|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving:
informing him that the writer believed that Eyraud and
Gabrielle Bompard had stayed recently at his house, and that on
July 14 the woman, whom he knew only as "Gabrielle," had left for
France, crossing by Newhaven and Dieppe, and taking with her a
large and almost empty trunk, which she had purchased in London.
Inquires made by the French detectives established the
correctness of this correspondent's information. An assistant at
a trunk shop in the Euston Road was able to identify the trunk--
brought over from Paris for the purpose--as one purchased in his
shop on July 12 by a Frenchman answering to the description of
Michel Eyraud. The wife of the boarding-house keeper recollected
A Book of Remarkable Criminals
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
always is. A pure hand needs no glove to cover it!"
"Thank you, my good friend," said the minister, gravely, but
startled at heart; for so confused was his remembrance, that he
had almost brought himself to look at the events of the past
night as visionary.
"Yes, it seems to be my glove, indeed!"
"And, since Satan saw fit to steal it, your reverence must needs
handle him without gloves henceforward," remarked the old sexton,
The Scarlet Letter
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout:
cavern. The first time he was away for several hours, and returned
exhausted and empty-handed and without having found any exit other
than the one by which we had entered.
He had ventured through that far enough to see a group of
Incas on watch at the other end. They had seen him and sprung
after him, but he had returned without injury, and at the entrance
into the cavern where we lay they had halted abruptly.
The second time he was gone out more than half an hour, and
the instant I saw his face when he returned I knew what had
But I was not in the best of humor; his terror appeared to me