| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: astonishment at the painter, who was silent for a moment.
"My father-in-law is too closely watched to be able to keep him in his
own house," he resumed. "So he brought him to me, by night, about a
week ago. I hoped to keep him out of sight in this corner, the only
spot in the house where he could be safe."
"If I can be useful to you, employ me," said Ginevra. "I know the
Marechal de Feltre."
"Well, we'll see," replied the painter.
This conversation lasted too long not to be noticed by all the other
girls. Servin left Ginevra, went round once more to each easel, and
gave such long lessons that he was still there at the hour when the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Bill of Rights: In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a
speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district
wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have
been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature
and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him;
to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor,
and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.
VII
In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed
twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved,
and no fact tried by a jury shall be otherwise re-examined in any court
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: I hadn't let go the mate's arm and went on shaking it. "Ready about,
do you hear? You go forward"--shake--"and stop there"--shake--"and hold
your noise"--shake--" and see these head-sheets properly overhauled"--
shake, shake--shake.
And all the time I dared not look towards the land lest my heart
should fail me. I released my grip at last and he ran forward
as if fleeing for dear life.
I wondered what my double there in the sail locker thought of
this commotion. He was able to hear everything--and perhaps he was able
to understand why, on my conscience, it had to be thus close--no less.
My first order "Hard alee!" re-echoed ominously under the towering
The Secret Sharer |
