| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: won't be called names. I think of nothing but your
good, Mr. Massy."
A pause as of extreme astonishment followed. They
both seemed to have lost their tongues. Then the mate
went on with a discreet glibness.
"You simply couldn't conceive what's going on on
board your ship. It wouldn't enter your head for a
moment. You are too good--too--too upright, Mr.
Massy, to suspect anybody of such a . . . It's enough
to make your hair stand on end."
He watched for the effect: Massy seemed dazed, un-
End of the Tether |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: son, is the map of thy fortunes, brilliant in aspect as ever
beamed from those blessed signs whereby our life is influenced,
yet not unchequered with fears, difficulties, and dangers."
"My lot were more than mortal were it otherwise," said the Earl.
"Proceed, father, and believe you speak with one ready to undergo
his destiny in action and in passion as may beseem a noble of
England."
"Thy courage to do and to suffer must be wound up yet a strain
higher," said the old man. "The stars intimate yet a prouder
title, yet an higher rank. It is for thee to guess their
meaning, not for me to name it."
Kenilworth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: The fat man changed countenance, a flash of savage resolution
crossed his face, and something in the revolver clicked. He put
his other hand to the weapon. And then he looked at Mr. Ledbetter,
and his eye went down to the dropped pince-nez.
"Full-cock now, anyhow," said the fat man, after a pause, and his
breath seemed to catch. "But I'll tell you, you've never been so
near death before. Lord! I'M almost glad. If it hadn't been that
the revolver wasn't cocked you'd be lying dead there now."
Mr. Ledbetter said nothing, but he felt that the room was swaying.
"A miss is as good as a mile. It's lucky for both of us it wasn't.
Lord!" He blew noisily. "There's no need for you to go pale-green
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