|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius:
distinct hostility. How can one like and have an aversion to a
person at the same time? he pondered. "I suppose," he concluded
grimly, "it's because I'm supposed to love and adore her--to
pretend a lot of extravagant feelings."
His mind travelled to the stock in the pasture. How stolid they
were and how matter of fact and how sensible. They affected no
high, nonsensical sentiments. Weren't they, after all, to be
envied, rooted as they were in their solid simplicity? Why should
human beings everlastingly try so hard to be different? He and
Rose would have to get down to a genuine basis, and the quicker
the better. Meanwhile he must remember that, whether he was glad
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln:
order as he tested it. Pushing the catch back as far as it would
go, he raised the window - the sash moved upward without a sound,
and he leaned out and looked up and down the path which ran the
depth of the house to the kitchen door and servants' entrance.
There was an iron gate separating the path from the sidewalk, always
kept locked at night, and McIntyre had thought that sufficient
protection and had not put an iron grille in the window.
McIntyre closed and locked the window, then pulling out the gilt
chair which stood in front of the desk, he sat down, selected some
monogrammed paper and penned a few lines in his characteristic
though legible writing. Picking up some red sealing wax, he
The Red Seal
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson:
wound you. In my heart I do believe him dead."
"And ye ask me to eat!" she cried. "Ay, and they call you 'sir!'
Y' have won your spurs by my good kinsman's murder. And had I not
been fool and traitor both, and saved you in your enemy's house, ye
should have died the death, and he - he that was worth twelve of
you - were living."
"I did but my man's best, even as your kinsman did upon the other
party," answered Dick. "Were he still living - as I vow to Heaven
I wish it! - he would praise, not blame me."
"Sir Daniel hath told me," she replied. "He marked you at the
barricade. Upon you, he saith, their party foundered; it was you