| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: emotion. She never before was so aware of him as a dangerous
force. "He is really ruthless," she thought. They had just left
the shadow of the inner defences about the gate when a slightly
hoarse, apologetic voice was heard behind them repeating
insistently, what even Mrs. Travers' ear detected to be a sort of
formula. The words were: "There is this thing--there is this
thing--there is this thing." They turned round.
"Oh, my scarf," said Mrs. Travers.
A short, squat, broad-faced young fellow having for all costume a
pair of white drawers was offering the scarf thrown over both his
arms, as if they had been sticks, and holding it respectfully as
The Rescue |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels and Researches in South Africa by Dr. David Livingstone: formerly alight@mercury.interpath.net). To assure a high quality text,
the original was typed in (manually) twice and electronically compared.
[Note on text: Italicized words or phrases are CAPITALIZED.
Some obvious errors have been corrected.]
Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa.
Also called, Travels and Researches in South Africa;
or, Journeys and Researches in South Africa.
By David Livingstone [British (Scot) Missionary and Explorer--1813-1873.]
David Livingstone was born in Scotland, received his medical degree
from the University of Glasgow, and was sent to South Africa
by the London Missionary Society. Circumstances led him to try to meet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: seemed to be totally exhausted. A consignment was shortly expected
- it was afloat, on its way, but, meantime, the loading of my ship
dead stopped, I had enough to worry about. My consignees, who had
received me with such heartiness on my arrival, now, in the
character of my charterers, listened to my complaints with polite
helplessness. Their manager, the old-maidish, thin man, who so
prudishly didn't even like to speak about the impure Jacobus, gave
me the correct commercial view of the position.
"My dear Captain" - he was retracting his leathery cheeks into a
condescending, shark-like smile - "we were not morally obliged to
tell you of a possible shortage before you signed the charter-
'Twixt Land & Sea |
