| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: departed to his own room on another floor and left Billy to immediate
and deep slumber. This was broken for a few moments when Billy's
room-mate returned happy from an excursion which had begun in the
morning.
The room-mate sat on Billy's feet until that gentleman showed
consciousness.
"I've done it, said the room-mate, then.
"The hell you have!"
"You couldn't do it."
"The hell I couldn't!"
"Great dinner."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: the bank to have a look at Powell's. Being so much bigger than mine
she was aground already. Her sails were furled; the slide of her
scuttle hatch was closed and padlocked. Powell was gone. He had
walked off into that dark, still marsh somewhere. I had not seen a
single house anywhere near; there did not seem to be any human
habitation for miles; and now as darkness fell denser over the land
I couldn't see the glimmer of a single light. However, I supposed
that there must be some village or hamlet not very far away; or only
one of these mysterious little inns one comes upon sometimes in most
unexpected and lonely places.
"The stillness was oppressive. I went back to my boat, made some
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: know.
And I love letters. I am jealous of their honour and concerned
for the dignity and comeliness of their service. I was, most
likely, the only writer that neat lady had ever caught in the
exercise of his craft, and it distressed me not to be able to
remember when it was that I dressed myself last, and how. No
doubt that would be all right in essentials. The fortune of the
house included a pair of grey-blue watchful eyes that would see
to that. But I felt somehow as grimy as a Costaguana lepero
after a day's fighting in the streets, rumpled all over and
dishevelled down to my very heels. And I am afraid I blinked
Some Reminiscences |
