| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: would tell you that there was a dreadful infection in London so many years ago,
in which, as above, there died twenty thousand in a week, &c., just as we have
had it reported in London that there was a plague in the city of Naples
in the year 1656, in which there died 20,000 people in a day, of which
I have had very good satisfaction that it was utterly false.
But these extravagant reports were very prejudicial to our trade, as
well as unjust and injurious in themselves, for it was a long time after
the plague was quite over before our trade could recover itself in those
parts of the world; and the Flemings and Dutch (but especially the
last) made very great advantages of it, having all the market to
themselves, and even buying our manufactures in several parts of
A Journal of the Plague Year |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: She nodded a curt good-by and passed into the house. She was
vexed and indignant, but had too strong a sense of humor not to
enjoy a joke even when it was against herself.
"I forgot to ask him whether he loves me or Tucson more, and as
one of the subjects seems to be closed I'll probably never find
out," she told herself, but with a queer little tug of pain in
her laughter.
Next moment she was in the arms of her father.
CHAPTER 20. BACK TO GOD'S COUNTRY
To minimize the risk, Megales and Carlo left the prison by the
secret passage, following the fork to the river bank and digging
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: him to such actions? His injurious words to her, uttered before a
throng of listeners, had been repeated and widely circulated; she
heard them whispered everywhere. Against a legion of soldiers she
would have been brave; but this mysterious influence, more pernicious
and powerful than the sword, but impossible to grasp, was maddening!
Herodias strode to and fro upon the terrace, white with rage, unable
to find words to express the emotions that choked her.
She had a haunting fear that the tetrarch might listen to public
opinion after a time, and persuade himself it was his duty to
repudiate her. Then, indeed, all would be lost! Since early youth she
had cherished a dream that some day she would rule over a great
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