| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: Church of Saint Laurent in the Faubourg Saint Martin. It had snowed so
heavily all day long that the lady's footsteps were scarcely audible;
the streets were deserted, and a feeling of dread, not unnatural amid
the silence, was further increased by the whole extent of the Terror
beneath which France was groaning in those days; what was more, the
old lady so far had met no one by the way. Her sight had long been
failing, so that the few foot passengers dispersed like shadows in the
distance over the wide thoroughfare through the faubourg, were quite
invisible to her by the light of the lanterns.
She had passed the end of the Rue des Morts, when she fancied that she
could hear the firm, heavy tread of a man walking behind her. Then it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: and was soon submerged.
As I slowly recalled my collegiate studies and paleontological
readings in Bowen's textbooks, I realized that I had looked
upon nothing less than a diplodocus of the Upper Jurassic; but
how infinitely different was the true, live thing from the
crude restorations of Hatcher and Holland! I had had the idea
that the diplodocus was a land-animal, but evidently it is
partially amphibious. I have seen several since my first
encounter, and in each case the creature took to the sea for
concealment as soon as it was disturbed. With the exception of
its gigantic tail, it has no weapon of defense; but with this
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: CHAPTER XII
The Moorsoms did manage to catch the homeward mail boat all right,
but had only twenty-four hours in town. Thus the sentimental
Willie could not see very much of them. This did not prevent him
afterwards from relating at great length, with manly tears in his
eyes, how poor Miss Moorsom - the fashionable and clever beauty -
found her betrothed in Malata only to see him die in her arms.
Most people were deeply touched by the sad story. It was the talk
of a good many days.
But the all-knowing Editor, Renouard's only friend and crony,
wanted to know more than the rest of the world. From professional
Within the Tides |
