| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: strife? said he. Let Tuan Dain, whom he loved only less than his
master, go trustfully into hiding. There were many places for
that. Bulangi's house away in the clearing was best.
Bulangi was a safe man. In the network of crooked channels no
white man could find his way. White men were strong, but very
foolish. It was undesirable to fight them, but deception was
easy. They were like silly women--they did not know the use of
reason, and he was a match for any of them--went on Babalatchi,
with all the confidence of deficient experience. Probably the
Dutch would seek Almayer. Maybe they would take away their
countryman if they were suspicious of him. That would be good.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: Mary Chivers was as tall and fair as her mother, but
large-waisted, flat-chested and slightly slouching, as the
altered fashion required. Mary Chivers's mighty feats
of athleticism could not have been performed with the
twenty-inch waist that May Archer's azure sash so
easily spanned. And the difference seemed symbolic;
the mother's life had been as closely girt as her figure.
Mary, who was no less conventional, and no more
intelligent, yet led a larger life and held more tolerant
views. There was good in the new order too.
The telephone clicked, and Archer, turning from the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: Mexican maid had not come to her, and she rang the bell. The
maid did not put in an appearance, nor was there any answer to
the ring. The house seemed unusually quiet. It was a brooding
silence, which presently broke to the sound of footsteps on the
porch. Madeline recognized Stillwell's tread, though it appeared
to be light for him. Then she heard him call softly in at the
open door of her office. The suggestion of caution in his voice
suited the strangeness of his walk. With a boding sense of
trouble she hurried through the rooms. He was standing outside
her office door.
"Stillwell!" she exclaimed.
The Light of Western Stars |
