| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "You don't know the first principles of a good detective yarn," he
said scornfully. "Of course, it was the woman in the empty house
next door. You said it was brass pipes, you will remember. Well
- on with the dance: let joy be unconfined."
So I told the story; I had told it so many times that day that I
did it automatically. And I told about the girl with the bronze
hair, and my suspicions. But I did not mention Alison West.
McKnight listened to the end without interruption. When I had
finished he drew a long breath.
"Well!" he said. "That's something of a mess, isn't it? If you
can only prove your mild and child-like disposition, they couldn't
The Man in Lower Ten |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: him now.
"I'm leaving now," she said.
"Oh, no, you're not. Six o'clock is your quitting time."
In which he touched the Irish in Terry. "Any time I quit is my
quitting time. She went in quest of hat and coat much as the
girl had done whose place she had taken early in the day. The
fat man followed her, protesting. Terry, putting on her hat,
tried to ignore him. But he laid one plump hand on her arm and
kept it there, though she tried to shake him off.
"Now, listen to me. That boy wouldn't mind grinding his heel on
your face if he thought it would bring him up a step. I know'm.
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: thinks that everything I do is right; and besides, he is much too
humdrum, too matter-of-fact to have any feeling for the beautiful.
" 'Tuesday is very slow of coming for my impatient mind! On
Tuesday I shall be with you for several hours. Ah! when it comes I
will try to think that the hours are months, that it will be so
always. I am living in hope of that morning now, as I shall live
upon the memory of it afterwards. Hope is memory that craves; and
recollection, memory sated. What a beautiful life within life
thought makes for us in this way!
" 'Sometimes I dream of inventing new ways of tenderness all my
own, a secret which no other woman shall guess. A cold sweat
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