| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: hand supported the other half of the Bible, and his head was very
near to hers as his deep, full voice pronounced the solemn words
in which Ruth pleaded so many years before.
" 'Entreat me not to leave thee,' " he read, " 'or to return from
following after thee, for whither thou goest I will go, and where
thou lodgest I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and
thy God my God.' "
He stopped to ponder over the poetry of the lines.
"Kind o' pretty, ain't it?" Polly said softly. She felt awkward
and constrained and a little overawed.
"There are far more beautiful things than that," Douglas assured
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: "I am cold. I got chilled through."
Mrs Verloc looked straight ahead at the perspective of her escape.
Now and then, like a sable streamer blown across a road, the words
"The drop given was fourteen feet" got in the way of her tense
stare. Through her black veil the whites of her big eyes gleamed
lustrously like the eyes of a masked woman.
Ossipon's rigidity had something business-like, a queer official
expression. He was heard again all of a sudden, as though he had
released a catch in order to speak.
"Look here! Do you know whether your - whether he kept his account
at the bank in his own name or in some other name."
The Secret Agent |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the only real person at the table was a girl across in white, a
sublimated young woman who was as brilliant as I was stupid, who
never by any chance looked directly at me, and who appeared and
disappeared across the candles and orchids in a sort of halo of
radiance.
When the dinner had progressed from salmon to roast, and the
conversation had done the same thing - from fish to scandal - the
yellow gown turned to me. "We have been awfully good, haven't we,
Mr. Blakeley?" she asked. "Although I am crazy to hear, I have
not said 'wreck' once. I'm sure you must feel like the survivor
of Waterloo, or something of the sort."
The Man in Lower Ten |
