| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: made of edible gold. And, meantime, in the car in front of me,
were there not half a hundred emigrants from the opposite quarter?
Hungry Europe and hungry China, each pouring from their gates in
search of provender, had here come face to face. The two waves had
met; east and west had alike failed; the whole round world had been
prospected and condemned; there was no El Dorado anywhere; and till
one could emigrate to the moon, it seemed as well to stay patiently
at home. Nor was there wanting another sign, at once more
picturesque and more disheartening; for, as we continued to steam
westward toward the land of gold, we were continually passing other
emigrant trains upon the journey east; and these were as crowded as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: than by good management. The sun had set some time before; my boat
glided in a sort of winding ditch between two low grassy banks; on
both sides of me was the flatness of the Essex marsh, perfectly
still. All I saw moving was a heron; he was flying low, and
disappeared in the murk. Before I had gone half a mile, I was up
with the building the roof of which I had seen from the river. It
looked like a small barn. A row of piles driven into the soft bank
in front of it and supporting a few planks made a sort of wharf.
All this was black in the falling dusk, and I could just distinguish
the whitish ruts of a cart-track stretching over the marsh towards
the higher land, far away. Not a sound was to be heard. Against
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: Bessie Bell: some are Mamas, and some are only just Ladies.''
There. There it was again: Only-Just-Ladies.
Bessie Bell wondered how to tell which were Mamas, and which were
Ladies--just Ladies.
Very often after that day she watched those who passed the cabin
where she and Sister Helen Vincula lived, and wondered which were
Mamas--
And which were Ladies.
There was no rule of old or young by which Bessie Bell could tell.
Nor was it as one could tell Sisters from Just-Ladies by a way of
dress. For Sisters, like Sister Helen Vincula, wore a soft white
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