| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Cheer up," says I. "You're booked."
It was my first idea to light up and be getting homeward; for the
darkness and the glimmer of the dead wood and the shadows of the
lantern made me lonely. But I knew where one of the harps hung; it
seemed a pity it shouldn't go with the rest; and at the same time I
couldn't help letting on to myself that I was mortal tired of my
employment, and would like best to be at home and have the door
shut. I stepped out of the cellar and argued it fore and back.
There was a sound of the sea far down below me on the coast; nearer
hand not a leaf stirred; I might have been the only living creature
this side of Cape Horn. Well, as I stood there thinking, it seemed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: poor girl could not make up her mind to give up all the luxury in
which she had lived until now, and for which she had been so
envied, without crying over it. I was quite ready to forgive her
for such regrets. I waited for her impatiently, that I might say
to her, as I covered her with kisses, that I had guessed the
reason of her mysterious absence.
Nevertheless, the night went on, and Marguerite did not return.
My anxiety tightened its circle little by little, and began to
oppress my head and heart. Perhaps something had happened to her.
Perhaps she was injured, ill, dead. Perhaps a messenger would
arrive with the news of some dreadful accident. Perhaps the
Camille |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: feeling of sympathy came over Kniepp and he asked warmly: "Won't
you take a glass of this wine? If you have been out in the cold
it will be good for you." His tone was gentle, almost cordial,
but the man to whom he offered the refreshment turned from him with
a gesture that was almost one of terror.
The Councillor rose suddenly from his chair. "Who are you? What
news is it you bring?" he asked with a voice that began to tremble.
Muller raised his head sharply as if his decision had been made,
and his kind intelligent eyes grew soft as they rested on the pale
face of the stately man before him. "I belong to the Secret Police
and I am compelled to find out the secrets of others - not because
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