| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: creature."
"But in what way?" Kitty pursued with the same smile. "Don't you
too work for others? What about your co-operative settlement, and
your work on the estate, and your book? . . ."
"Oh, but I feel, and particularly just now--it's your fault," he
said, pressing her hand--"that all that doesn't count. I do it in
a way halfheartedly. If I could care for all that as I care for
you! ...Instead of that, I do it in these days like a task
that is set me."
"Well, what would you say about papa?" asked Kitty. "Is he a poor
creature then, as he does nothing for the public good?"
Anna Karenina |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: as the various testimonies are delivered.
Sometimes these testimonies are enough to rouse the most cynical of
observers. We had at one of our shelters the captain of an ocean
steamer, who had sunk to the depths of destitution through strong
drink. He came in there one night utterly desperate and was taken in
hand by our people--and with us taking in hand is no mere phrase,
for at the close of our meetings our officers go from seat to seat,
and if they see anyone who shows signs of being affected by the
speeches or the singing, at once sit down beside him and begin to
labour with him for the salvation of his soul. By this means they are
able to get hold of the men and to know exactly where the difficulty
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: however excellent, seemed difficult of fulfilment. It was rapidly
growing dark, and the old butler peered about uncertainly. "Stupid,"
he muttered. "I don't know where she keeps the matches. I can't
find them anywhere. I'm not a smoker, so I haven't any in my pocket."
"Nor I," said Muller calmly, letting his hand close protectingly
over a new full box of them in his own pocket.
"I'll get you some from my own room," and Franz hurried away, his
loose slippers clattering down the stairs. He was no sooner well
out of the room than Muller had the letter in his hand and was
standing close by the window to catch the fading light. But on the
old servant's return the supposed electrician stood calmly awaiting
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