| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: A girl wrapped in a hooded opera-cloak stood at my elbow,
and, as she glanced up at me, I thought that I never had seen
a face so seductively lovely nor of so unusual a type.
With the skin of a perfect blonde, she had eyes and lashes
as black as a Creole's, which, together with her full red lips,
told me that this beautiful stranger, whose touch had so startled me,
was not a child of our northern shores.
"Forgive me," she said, speaking with an odd, pretty accent,
and laying a slim hand, with jeweled fingers, confidingly upon
my arm, "if I startled you. But--is it true that Sir Crichton
Davey has been--murdered?"
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: species of man who had just left him; but having settled this
point shrewdly, rationally, and satisfactorily, he was compelled
to look elsewhere for his amusement. And first he threw his eyes
along the street. It was of more respectable appearance than most
of those into which he had wandered, and the moon, creating, like
the imaginative power, a beautiful strangeness in familiar
objects, gave something of romance to a scene that might not have
possessed it in the light of day. The irregular and often quaint
architecture of the houses, some of whose roofs were broken into
numerous little peaks, while others ascended, steep and narrow,
into a single point, and others again were square; the pure
The Snow Image |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: himself, his turn for legendary lore strangely contrasting with a
portion of the knowing shrewdness belonging to his actual
occupation, which made his conversation amuse the way well
enough.
Add to this, Donald knew all his peculiar duties in the country
which he traversed so frequently. He could tell, to a day, when
they would "be killing" lamb at Tyndrum or Glenuilt; so that the
stranger would have some chance of being fed like a Christian;
and knew to a mile the last village where it was possible to
procure a wheaten loaf for the guidance of those who were little
familiar with the Land of Cakes. He was acquainted with the road
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