| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: sea. At last he picked up the white sails of the schooner and
studied them.
"No Jessie," he said very quietly. "That's the Malakula."
He changed his seat for a steamer reclining-chair. Three hundred
feet away the sea broke in a small surf upon the beach. To the
left he could see the white line of breakers that marked the bar of
the Balesuna River, and, beyond, the rugged outline of Savo Island.
Directly before him, across the twelve-mile channel, lay Florida
Island; and, farther to the right, dim in the distance, he could
make out portions of Malaita--the savage island, the abode of
murder, and robbery, and man-eating--the place from which his own
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: whose personal neglect might be called an abdication, the bourgeois
dignity of the Cormon salon no longer existed when it was turned to
white and gold, with mahogany ottomans covered in blue satin. The
dining-room, adorned in modern taste, was colder in tone than it used
to be, and the dinners were eaten with less appetite than formerly.
Monsieur du Coudrai declared that he felt his puns stick in his throat
as he glanced at the figures painted on the walls, which looked him
out of countenance. Externally, the house was still provincial; but
internally everything revealed the purveyor of the Directory and the
bad taste of the money-changer,--for instance, columns in stucco,
glass doors, Greek mouldings, meaningless outlines, all styles
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: went straight aboard his vessel and, till morning, walked the
poop of the brig with measured steps. The riding lights of ships
twinkled all round him; the lights ashore twinkled in rows, the
stars twinkled above his head in a black sky; and reflected in
the black water of the roadstead twinkled far below his feet. And
all these innumerable and shining points were utterly lost in the
immense darkness. Once he heard faintly the rumbling chain of
some vessel coming to an anchor far away somewhere outside the
official limits of the harbour. A stranger to the port--thought
Lingard--one of us would have stood right in. Perhaps a ship from
home? And he felt strangely touched at the thought of that ship,
The Rescue |
