| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: Whitechapel Station and had only walked from there.
She had had an ugly pilgrimage; but whether of love or of necessity
who could tell? And that precisely was what I should have liked to
get at. This was not however a question to be asked point-blank,
and I could not think of any effective circumlocution. It occurred
to me too that she might conceivably know nothing of it herself--I
mean by reflection. That young woman had been obviously considering
death. She had gone the length of forming some conception of it.
But as to its companion fatality--love, she, I was certain, had
never reflected upon its meaning.
With that man in the hotel, whom I did not know, and this girl
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: elocution, to the world of dramatic literature. From this, in a
direct line, we can deduce the charades at Claygate; and after
money came, in the Edinburgh days, that private theatre which took
up so much of Fleeming's energy and thought. The company - Mr. and
Mrs. R. O. Carter of Colwall, W. B. Hole, Captain Charles Douglas,
Mr. Kunz, Mr. Burnett, Professor Lewis Campbell, Mr. Charles
Baxter, and many more - made a charming society for themselves and
gave pleasure to their audience. Mr. Carter in Sir Toby Belch it
would be hard to beat. Mr. Hole in broad farce, or as the herald
in the TRACHINIAE, showed true stage talent. As for Mrs. Jenkin,
it was for her the rest of us existed and were forgiven; her powers
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: book is finished?"
"So? That is well. You were wearing yourself thin
over it. It was then quickly perfected."
"Perfected!" I groaned. "I turn cold when I think of
it. The last chapters got away from me completely. They
lacked the punch."
Von Gerhard considered that a moment, as I wickedly
had intended that he should. Then--"The punch? What is
that then--the punch?"
Obligingly I elucidated. "A book may be written in
flawless style, with a plot, and a climax, and a lot of
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