| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.
LORD CAVERSHAM. After that, my dear, I really must bid you good
morning.
MABEL CHILTERN. Oh! I hope you are not going to leave me all alone
with Lord Goring? Especially at such an early hour in the day.
LORD CAVERSHAM. I am afraid I can't take him with me to Downing
Street. It is not the Prime Minster's day for seeing the unemployed.
[Shakes hands with MABEL CHILTERN, takes up his hat and stick, and
goes out, with a parting glare of indignation at LORD GORING.]
MABEL CHILTERN. [Takes up roses and begins to arrange them in a bowl
on the table.] People who don't keep their appointments in the Park
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: grasping her by the hand led her towards the entrance. Outside the
grim sentinel of death kept his grisly vigil. Sniffing at his
dead feet whined a mangy native cur. At sight of the two emerging
from the hut the beast gave an ugly snarl and an instant later
as it caught the scent of the strange white man it raised a series
of excited yelps. Instantly the warriors at the near-by fire
were attracted. They turned their heads in the direction of
the commotion. It was impossible that they should fail to see
the white skins of the fugitives.
Korak slunk quickly into the shadows at the hut's side, drawing
Meriem with him; but he was too late. The blacks had seen
The Son of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the change to the fact that I had forbidden all communication
with John Bailey, and had refused to acknowledge any engagement
between the two. Gertrude spent much of her time wandering
through the grounds, or taking long cross-country walks. Halsey
played golf at the Country Club day after day, and after Louise
left, as she did the following week, Mr. Jamieson and I were much
together. He played a fair game of cribbage, but he cheated at
solitaire.
The night the detective arrived, Saturday, I had a talk with him.
I told him of the experience Louise Armstrong had had the night
before, on the circular staircase, and about the man who had so
The Circular Staircase |
