| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: How did he preach it to-night? In burning, light-laden words he
painted Jesus, the incarnate Life, Love, the universal Man:
words that became reality in the lives of these people,--that
lived again in beautiful words and actions, trifling, but
heroic. Sin, as he defined it, was a real foe to them; their
trials, temptations, were his. His words passed far over the
furnace-tender's grasp, toned to suit another class of culture;
they sounded in his ears a very pleasant song in an unknown
tongue. He meant to cure this world-cancer with a steady eye
that had never glared with hunger, and a hand that neither
poverty nor strychnine-whiskey had taught to shake. In this
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie: photograph of Jane. It WAS taken from me, but I found it again."
"Where?" cried Tuppence.
"In that little safe on the wall in Mrs. Vandemeyer's bedroom."
"I knew you found something," said Tuppence reproachfully. "To
tell you the truth, that's what started me off suspecting you.
Why didn't you say?"
"I guess I was a mite suspicious too. It had been got away from
me once, and I determined I wouldn't let on I'd got it until a
photographer had made a dozen copies of it!"
"We all kept back something or other," said Tuppence
thoughtfully. "I suppose secret service work makes you like
Secret Adversary |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: "And is the precious pair of them out?" he growled.
The steward, pouring out the coffee into the mate's cup, muttered
moodily but distinctly: "The lady wasn't when I was laying the
table."
Powell's ears were fine enough to detect something hostile in this
reference to the captain's wife. For of what other person could
they be speaking? The steward added with a gloomy sort of fairness:
"But she will be before I bring the dishes in. She never gives that
sort of trouble. That she doesn't."
"No. Not in that way," Mr. Franklin agreed, and then both he and
the steward, after glancing at Powell--the stranger to the ship--
Chance |
