| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: letter with a fine and delicate handwriting.
"Have you any of these envelopes?" asked Muller. But Johann told
him that in spite of his usual carelessness in such matters,
Professor Fellner never allowed these letters to lie about his room.
Finally the detective came out with the question to which he had
been leading up. "Did your master ever receive visits from ladies?
Johann looked extremely stupid at this moment. His lack of
intelligence and a certain crude sensitiveness in his nature made
him take umbrage at what appeared to him a very unnecessary question.
He answered it with a shake of the head only. Muller smiled at the
young man's ill-concealed indignation and paid no attention to it.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: traced upon the doors of barracks and the walls of cabarets, they
will not find the likenesses of Louis XIII, Anne of Austria,
Richelieu, Mazarin, and the courtiers of the period, less
faithful than in the history of M. Anquetil.
But, it is well known, what strikes the capricious mind of the
poet is not always what affects the mass of readers. Now, while
admiring, as others doubtless will admire, the details we have to
relate, our main preoccupation concerned a matter to which no one
before ourselves had given a thought.
D'Artagnan relates that on his first visit to M. de Treville,
captain of the king's Musketeers, he met in the antechamber three
The Three Musketeers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: myself quite justified in shooting him to save our lives and
those of thousands of others."
At this we both laughed; somehow the idea of Bastin trying to
shoot Oro struck us as intensely ludicrous. Yet that very thing
was to happen.
It was a peculiarly beautiful sunset over the southern seas. To
the west the great flaming orb sank into the ocean, to the east
appeared the silver circle of the full moon. To my excited fancy
they were like scales hanging from the hand of a materialised
spirit of calm. Over the volcano and the lake, over the island
with its palm trees, over the seas beyond, this calm brooded.
When the World Shook |
