| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: her head. These two voices beginning to talk sud-
denly outside (she had heard them indoors) had
given her such an emotion that she could not utter
a sound.
Captain Hagberd seemed to be trying to find his
way out of a cage. His feet squelched in the pud-
dles left by his industry. He stumbled in the holes
of the ruined grass-plot. He ran blindly against
the fence.
"Here, steady a bit!" said the man at the gate,
gravely stretching his arm over and catching him
To-morrow |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: Yours, in long farewell,
WADE ATSHELER.
THE SHADOW AND THE FLASH
WHEN I look back, I realize what a peculiar friendship it was. First, there
was Lloyd Inwood, tall, slender, and finely knit, nervous and dark. And then
Paul Tichlorne, tall, slender, and finely knit, nervous and blond. Each was
the replica of the other in everything except color. Lloyd's eyes were black;
Paul's were blue. Under stress of excitement, the blood coursed olive in the
face of Lloyd, crimson in the face of Paul. But outside this matter of
coloring they were as like as two peas. Both were high-strung, prone to
excessive tension and endurance, and they lived at concert pitch.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: print had left them. But here and there were warped boards and
cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. Had I
been a literary man I might, perhaps, have moralized upon the
futility of all ambition. But as it was, the thing that struck
me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which
this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. At the time I
will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL
TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics.
`Then, going up a broad staircase, we came to what may once
have been a gallery of technical chemistry. And here I had not a
little hope of useful discoveries. Except at one end where the
The Time Machine |
