| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: been no opportunity.
"You going to stay here some time?" asked the Editor, after a
longish silence.
Renouard, perfunctorily, did see no reason why he should make a
long stay.
"For health, for your mental health, my boy," rejoined the
newspaper man. "To get used to human faces so that they don't hit
you in the eye so hard when you walk about the streets. To get
friendly with your kind. I suppose that assistant of yours can be
trusted to look after things?"
"There's the half-caste too. The Portuguese. He knows what's to
Within the Tides |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: power here, I must tell you. I am King's Factor upon several of
these estates, and have twelve files of soldiers at my back."
"I have heard a waif word in the country," said I, a little
nettled, "that you were a hard man to drive."
He still kept looking at me, as if in doubt.
"Well," said he, at last, "your tongue is bold; but I am no
unfriend to plainness. If ye had asked me the way to the door of
James Stewart on any other day but this, I would have set ye
right and bidden ye God speed. But to-day -- eh, Mungo?" And he
turned again to look at the lawyer.
But just as he turned there came the shot of a firelock from
Kidnapped |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: embarrassment evident in the Countess' manner and speech, became more
ardent and pressing. The old blase diplomates, amusing themselves by
watching the play of faces, had never found so many intrigues at once
to watch or guess at. The passions agitating the two couples were to
be seen with variations at every step in the crowded rooms, and
reflected with different shades in other countenances. The spectacle
of so many vivid passions, of all these lovers' quarrels, these
pleasing revenges, these cruel favors, these flaming glances, of all
this ardent life diffused around them, only made them feel their
impotence more keenly.
At last the Baron had found a seat by Madame de Soulanges. His eyes
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