| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: to answer carefully any questions Muller might put to him.
"He'll find something, you may be sure," said Horn, as they drove
off in the cab.
"Let him that's his business. He is officially bound to see more
than the rest of us," smiled the older official good-naturedly.
"But in spite of it, he'll never get any further than the vestibule;
he'll be making bows to us to the end of his days."
"You think so? I've wondered at the man. I know his fame in the
capital, indeed, in police circles all over Austria and Germany.
It seems hard on him to be transferred to this small town, now that
he is growing old. I've wondered why he hasn't done more for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: themselves together stood still, surprising - and as if themselves
surprised.
CHAPTER VII
They had been feasting a poet from the bush, the latest discovery
of the Editor. Such discoveries were the business, the vocation,
the pride and delight of the only apostle of letters in the
hemisphere, the solitary patron of culture, the Slave of the Lamp -
as he subscribed himself at the bottom of the weekly literary page
of his paper. He had had no difficulty in persuading the virtuous
Willie (who had festive instincts) to help in the good work, and
now they had left the poet lying asleep on the hearthrug of the
Within the Tides |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: have a better gown than that."
Mrs. Bread stared solemnly and then stretched her hands over her lustreless
satin skirt, as if the perilous side of her situation were defining itself.
"Oh, sir, I am fond of my own clothes," she murmured.
"I hope you have left those wicked people, at any rate," said Newman.
"Well, sir, here I am!" said Mrs. Bread. "That's all I can tell you.
Here I sit, poor Catherine Bread. It's a strange place for me to be.
I don't know myself; I never supposed I was so bold. But indeed, sir,
I have gone as far as my own strength will bear me."
"Oh, come, Mrs. Bread," said Newman, almost caressingly, "don't make
yourself uncomfortable. Now's the time to feel lively, you know."
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