|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
you hear?--to make mischief between me and Captain Anthony. But not
now. Not now. There's a change! Not in me though . . . "
Young Powell rejected with indignation any suggestion of making
mischief. "Who do you take me for?" he cried. "Only you had better
tell that steward to be careful what he says before me or I'll spoil
his good looks for him for a month and will leave him to explain the
why of it to the captain the best way he can."
This speech established Powell as a champion of Mrs. Anthony.
Nothing more bearing on the question was ever said before him. He
did not care for the steward's black looks; Franklin, never
conversational even at the best of times and avoiding now the only
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
an escape could have been effected. But they could not have
understood his signs and still less his words. He consulted with
his sister. Immada murmured sadly; at their feet the ripple broke
with a mournful sound no louder than their voices.
Hassim's loyalty was unshaken, but now it led him on not in the
bright light of hopes but in the deepened shadow of doubt. He
wanted to obtain information for his friend who was so powerful
and who perhaps would know how to be constant. When followed by
Immada he approached the camp again--this time openly--their
appearance did not excite much surprise. It was well known to the
Chiefs of the Illanuns that the Rajah for whom they were to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane:
He rubbed his eyes, and then putting up his hand
felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
His friend, perceiving him to be awake, came
from the fire. "Well, Henry, ol' man, how do
yeh feel this mornin'?" he demanded.
The youth yawned again. Then he puckered
his mouth to a little pucker. His head, in truth,
felt precisely like a melon, and there was an un-
pleasant sensation at his stomach.
"Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
"Thunder!" exclaimed the other. "I hoped
The Red Badge of Courage