| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: genially. "H'are you this morning!"
He was marketwise enough to know that some of these busy people
were commission men, and some grocers, and some buyers, stewards,
clerks. It was a womanless thoroughfare. At the busiest
business corner, though, in front of the largest commission house
on the street, he saw a woman. Evidently she was transacting
business, too, for he saw the men bringing boxes of berries and
vegetables for her inspection. A woman in a plain blue skirt and
a small black hat.
A funny job for a woman. What weren't they mixing into nowadays!
He turned sidewise in the narrow, crowded space in order to pass
One Basket |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: with his wing, and when he moved it the man saw somewhat on the earth
before them. For God had given it to that angel to unclothe a human soul;
to take from it all those outward attributes of form, and colour, and age,
and sex, whereby one man is known from among his fellows and is marked off
from the rest, and the soul lay before them, bare, as a man turning his eye
inwards beholds himself.
They saw its past, its childhood, the tiny life with the dew upon it; they
saw its youth when the dew was melting, and the creature raised its
Lilliputian mouth to drink from a cup too large for it, and they saw how
the water spilt; they saw its hopes that were never realized; they saw its
hours of intellectual blindness, men call sin; they saw its hours of all-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: "Not to my knowledge." Kent was watching the detective narrowly;
what was he driving at? "On the contrary Turnbull was extremely
popular."
"With Colonel McIntyre?" Ferguson had hoped to surprise Kent with
the question, but his companion's expression did not alter.
"N-no, perhaps he was not over-popular with the colonel," he
admitted slowly. "What prompts the question, Ferguson?"
The detective hitched his chair nearer. "I'm going to lay all my
cards on the table," he announced. "I need advice and you are the
man to give it to me. Listen, Mr. Kent, this Jimmie Turnbull
masquerades as a burglar night before last at the McIntyre house,
The Red Seal |
