| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: The next instant a hand dragged at her skirt, and she was down on her
knees again, whilst something was wound round her mouth to prevent her
uttering a scream.
Bewildered, half frantic with the bitterness of disappointment,
she looked round her helplessly, and, bending down quite close to her,
she saw through the mist, which seemed to gather round her, a pair of keen,
malicious eyes, which appeared to her excited brain to have a weird,
supernatural green light in them. She lay in the shadow of a great boulder;
Chauvelin could not see her features, but he passed his thin, white fingers
over her face.
"A woman!" he whispered, "by all the Saints in the calendar."
The Scarlet Pimpernel |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: apron and held it out to me, looking at me steady but mournful.
When I took her in my arms she drew away. "Don't, Mrs. Steavens,"
she says, "you'll make me cry, and I don't want to."
`I whispered and asked her to come out-of-doors with me.
I knew she couldn't talk free before her mother. She went
out with me, bareheaded, and we walked up toward the garden.
`"I'm not married, Mrs. Steavens," she says to me very quiet
and natural-like, "and I ought to be."
`"Oh, my child," says I, "what's happened to you?
Don't be afraid to tell me!"
`She sat down on the drawside, out of sight of the house.
My Antonia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain: the official Guide-in-Chief of the Mont Blanc region
undertook the dangerous descent to Chamonix, all alone,
to get reinforcements. However, a couple of hours later,
at 7 P.M., the anxious solicitude came to an end,
and happily. A bugle note was heard, and a cluster
of black specks was distinguishable against the snows
of the upper heights. The watchers counted these specks
eagerly--fourteen--nobody was missing. An hour and a half
later they were all safe under the roof of the cabin.
They had brought the corpse with them. Sir George Young
tarried there but a few minutes, and then began the long
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