| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: 4
Across this sombre spectacle of disaster goes a minute and
insignificant person for whom perhaps the readers of this story
have now some slight solicitude. Of him there remains to be told
just one single and miraculous thing. Through a world darkened
and lost, through a civilisation in its death agony, our little
Cockney errant went and found his Edna! He found his Edna!
He got back across the Atlantic partly by means of an order from
the President and partly through his own good luck. He contrived
to get himself aboard a British brig in the timber trade that put
out from Boston without cargo, chiefly, it would seem, because
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: you, Dona Rita, then I do say it."
She nodded at me with an air of accepting the rendered justice and
went on with the utmost simplicity.
"And what is it that is coming to me now with all the airs of
virtue? All the lawful conventions are coming to me, all the
glamours of respectability! And nobody can say that I have made as
much as the slightest little sign to them. Not so much as lifting
my little finger. I suppose you know that?"
"I don't know. I do not doubt your sincerity in anything you say.
I am ready to believe. You are not one of those who have to work."
"Have to work - what do you mean?"
The Arrow of Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: III
One of the strangest things she was afterward to recall out of
all the next day's incredible strangeness was the sudden and
complete recovery of her sense of security.
It was in the air when she woke in her low-ceilinged, dusky room;
it accompanied her down-stairs to the breakfast-table, flashed
out at her from the fire, and re-duplicated itself brightly from
the flanks of the urn and the sturdy flutings of the Georgian
teapot. It was as if, in some roundabout way, all her diffused
apprehensions of the previous day, with their moment of sharp
concentration about the newspaper article,--as if this dim
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