| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: imagination is wonderful. And which of these two do you think it is
that has committed these crimes - the perpetrator of which you have
come here to find?"
"I will tell you that later. I must speak to No. 302 first, and I
must speak to him in the presence of yourself and Gyuri."
The detective's deep gravity was contagious. Dr. Orszay had
sufficiently controlled himself to remember what he had heard in
former days, and just now recently from the district judge about
this man's marvelous deeds. He realised that when Muller said
a thing, no matter how extravagant it might sound, it was worth
taking seriously. This realisation brought great uneasiness and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: that coincidence. This omission struck him now as natural and then
again as perverse. She mightn't in the least have allowed his
warrant for speaking to her, and yet if she hadn't he would have
judged her an underbred woman. It was odd that when nothing had
really ever brought them together he should have been able
successfully to assume they were in a manner old friends - that
this negative quantity was somehow more than they could express.
His success, it was true, had been qualified by her quick escape,
so that there grew up in him an absurd desire to put it to some
better test. Save in so far as some other poor chance might help
him, such a test could be only to meet her afresh at church. Left
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: down there, collecting half-fares off the natives and robbing the company.
He was always talking about fellows who had got ahead that way."
`I asked her, of course, why she didn't insist on a civil marriage at once--
that would have given her some hold on him. She leaned her head on
her hands, poor child, and said, "I just don't know, Mrs. Steavens.
I guess my patience was wore out, waiting so long. I thought if he saw
how well I could do for him, he'd want to stay with me."
`Jimmy, I sat right down on that bank beside her and made lament.
I cried like a young thing. I couldn't help it.
I was just about heart-broke. It was one of them lovely warm
May days, and the wind was blowing and the colts jumping
My Antonia |
