| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: clear and adequate. You are very right to express your admiration
for the resource displayed in OEdipus King; it is a miracle. Would
it not have been well to mention Voltaire's interesting onslaught,
a thing which gives the best lesson of the difference of neighbour
arts? - since all his criticisms, which had been fatal to a
narrative, do not amount among them to exhibit one flaw in this
masterpiece of drama. For the drama, it is perfect; though such a
fable in a romance might make the reader crack his sides, so
imperfect, so ethereally slight is the verisimilitude required of
these conventional, rigid, and egg-dancing arts.
I was sorry to see no more of you; but shall conclude by hoping for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: as well as I could, but she hunted me out by means of a beast which
she has tamed and calls a wolf, and came making that pitiful noise
again, and shedding that water out of the places she looks with.
I was obliged to return with her, but will presently emigrate again,
when occasion offers. She engages herself in many foolish things:
among others, trying to study out why the animals called lions and
tigers live on grass and flowers, when, as she says, the sort of
teeth they wear would indicate that they were intended to eat each
other. This is foolish, because to do that would be to kill each
other, and that would introduce what, as I understand it, is called
"death;" and death, as I have been told, has not yet entered the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: force myself upon her, but I believe I could be of very material
help, and so I have come to you, as I have said, because you are the
only source through which I can hope to find her, and because,
through your act of last night, I know you to be a trustworthy, and,
perhaps, even an intimate, friend of hers."
"Aw, go on!" said Rhoda Gray, alias Gypsy Nan, deprecatingly. "Dat
don't prove nothin'! I'd have done as much for a stray cat if de
bulls was chasm' her. See? I told youse once youse had de wrong
number. She didn't leave no address. Dat's flat, an' dat's de end
of it."
"I'm sorry," said the Adventurer gravely. "Perhaps I haven't made
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