| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: "Why did he return to Germany?"
"He was lonely and wanted to come home again. He had made money
in America - John was very clever and highly educated - but his
heart longed for his own tongue and his own people."
Muller took a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Do you know
this handwriting?"
Miss Roemer read the few lines hastily and her voice trembled as
she said: "This is John's handwriting. I know it well. This is
the letter that was found on the table?"
"Yes, this letter appears to be the last he had written in life.
Do you know to whom it could have been written? The envelope, as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: occasion may be said to have acted as its marshal. After the worst
is over, after Bismarck has told Knappe that "the protests of his
English colleague were grounded," that his own conduct "has not
been good," and that in any dispute which may arise he "will find
himself in the wrong," Knappe can still plead in his defence that
Captain Hand "has always maintained friendly intercourse with the
German authorities." Singular epitaph for an English sailor. In
this complicity on the part of Hand we may find the reason - and I
had almost said, the excuse - of much that was excessive in the
bearing of the unfortunate Knappe.
On the 11th December, Mataafa received twenty-eight thousand
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her solitudes,
While Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas,
Or often journeying landward; for in truth
Enoch's white horse, and Enoch's ocean-spoil
In ocean-smelling osier, and his face,
Rough-redden'd with a thousand winter gales,
Not only to the market-cross were known,
But in the leafy lanes behind the down,
Far as the portal-warding lion-whelp,
And peacock-yewtree of the lonely Hall,
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