|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
and the gang had not found out the location of that hoard; but they
had found out where Perlmer kept his spurious papers - stuffed in
at the back of the bottom drawer of his desk in his office,
practically forgotten, practically useless to Perlmer any more, for,
having once shown them to Viner, there was no occasion to call them
into service again unless Viner showed signs of getting a little
out of hand and it became necessary to apply the screws once more.
For the rest, it was a very simple matter. Perlmer had an office
in a small building on lower Sixth Avenue, and it was his custom
to go to his office in the evenings and remain there until ten
o'clock or so. The plan then, according to the code message, was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac:
the last week. Ah," he said, interrupting himself, "here comes the
funeral of Monsieur le Baron de Maulincour! A fine procession, that!
He has soon followed his grandmother. Some families, when they begin
to go, rattle down like a wager. Lots of bad blood in Parisians."
"Monsieur," said Jacquet, touching him on the arm, "the person I spoke
of is Madame Jules Desmarets, the wife of the broker of that name."
"Ah, I know!" he replied, looking at Jacquet. "Wasn't it a funeral
with thirteen mourning coaches, and only one mourner in the twelve
first? It was so droll we all noticed it--"
"Monsieur, take care, Monsieur Desmarets is with me; he might hear
you, and what you say is not seemly."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London:
The partners, true to the old-timer custom, had intended to stake
down-stream from the strike, but when they saw claim 81 BELOW
blazed on a tree,--which meant fully eight miles below Discovery,--
they changed their minds. The eight miles were covered in less
than two hours. It was a killing pace, over so rough trail, and
they passed scores of exhausted men that had fallen by the wayside.
At Discovery little was to be learned of the upper creek.
Cormack's Indian brother-in-law, Skookum Jim, had a hazy notion
that the creek was staked as high as the 30's; but when Kink and
Bill looked at the corner-stakes of 79 ABOVE, they threw their
stampeding packs off their backs and sat down to smoke. All their