| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: He was impatient of the foolish expectations amidst which all work
must be carried on, and likely enough to damage himself as much
as Mr. Wrench could wish, by an unprofessional openness.
However, Lydgate was installed as medical attendant on the Vincys,
and the event was a subject of general conversation in Middlemarch.
Some said, that the Vincys had behaved scandalously, that Mr. Vincy
had threatened Wrench, and that Mrs. Vincy had accused him of
poisoning her son. Others were of opinion that Mr. Lydgate's passing
by was providential, that he was wonderfully clever in fevers,
and that Bulstrode was in the right to bring him forward.
Many people believed that Lydgate's coming to the town at all was
Middlemarch |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: return at two to-morrow afternoon, you will find neither me
nor my cats to disturb you in your new possession.'
So saying, the old lady arose, as if to dismiss her visitor;
but Somerset, looking somewhat blankly on the key, began to
protest.
'Dear Mrs. Luxmore,' said he, 'this is a most unusual
proposal. You know nothing of me, beyond the fact that I
displayed both impudence and timidity. I may be the worst
kind of scoundrel; I may sell your furniture - '
'You may blow up the house with gunpowder, for what I care!'
cried Mrs. Luxmore. 'It is in vain to reason. Such is the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: handkerchief tucked in her sleeve.
She felt her way down the staircase and into the cave below. Fate
hangs by a very slender thread sometimes. If a wagon had not
lumbered by as she reached the lowest step, so that she must wait
and thus had time to lower her veil, she would have been
recognized at once by the little Georgiev, waiting to ascend. But
the wagon was there, Harmony lowered her veil, the little
Georgiev, passing a veiled young woman in the gloom, went up the
staircase with even pulses and calm and judicial bearing, up to
the tiny room a floor or two below Harmony's, where he wrote
reports to the Minister of War and mixed them with sonnets--to
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