| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells: international issues to complete insignificance. When our minds
wandered from the preoccupations of our immediate needs, we
speculated upon the possibility of stopping the use of these
frightful explosives before the world was utterly destroyed. For
to us it seemed quite plain that these bombs and the still
greater power of destruction of which they were the precursors
might quite easily shatter every relationship and institution of
mankind.
' "What will they be doing," asked Mylius, "what will they be
doing? It's plain we've got to put an end to war. It's plain
things have to be run some way. THIS--all this--is impossible."
The Last War: A World Set Free |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: was thrown high above it, rising and falling, and blown into
fantastic shapes. The speed of its course was like a
mountain torrent. Here and there a few treetops were
discovered and then whelmed again; and for one second, the
bough of a dead pine beckoned out of the spray like the arm
of a drowning man. But still the imagination was
dissatisfied, still the ear waited for something more. Had
this indeed been water (as it seemed so, to the eye), with
what a plunge of reverberating thunder would it have rolled
upon its course, disembowelling mountains and deracinating
pines! And yet water it was, and sea-water at that - true
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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: collapsed on a chair. Stone, still supporting Helen, felt her
muscles grow taut and an instant later she stepped back from his
side and stood by her sister. As the two girls faced the circle
of men, the likeness between them was extraordinary. Each had
the same slight graceful figure, equal height; and feature for
feature, coloring matching coloring, they were identical; their
gowns, even, were cut on similar lines, only their hats varied in
shape and color.
"Do I understand, gentlemen," Helen began, and her voice gained
steadiness as she proceeded, "that the burglar whom Officer O'Ryan
and I caught lurking in our house was James Turnbull?"
The Red Seal |
