| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: pocketbook, Muller hurried to the post office, arriving just at
closing hour. He made himself known at once to the postmaster, and
asked to be shown the records of registered letters sent on a
certain date. Here he found scheduled a letter addressed to Mr.
Leo Pernburg, Frankfurt am Main, sent by John Siders, G-, Josef
Street 7.
Muller then hastened to the telegraph office and despatched a
lengthy telegram to the postal authorities in Frankfurt am Main.
When the answer came to him next morning, he packed his grip and
took the first express train leaving G-. He first made a short
visit, however, to Albert Graumann's cell in the prison. Muller
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: into her hand, and with a lower bow than one generally makes to a
shopkeeper's wife, I went out, and her lad with his parcel followed
me.
THE TRANSLATION. PARIS.
THERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French
officer. I love the character, not only because I honour the man
whose manners are softened by a profession which makes bad men
worse; but that I once knew one, - for he is no more, - and why
should I not rescue one page from violation by writing his name in
it, and telling the world it was Captain Tobias Shandy, the dearest
of my flock and friends, whose philanthropy I never think of at
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: the tables in the servants' hall laid for thirty or forty for a
month together; of the daily press of neighbours, many of whom,
Frewens, Lords, Bishops, Batchellors, and Dynes, were also
kinsfolk; and the parties 'under the great spreading chestnuts of
the old fore court,' where the young people danced and made merry
to the music of the village band. Or perhaps, in the depth of
winter, the father would bid young Charles saddle his pony; they
would ride the thirty miles from Northiam to Stowting, with the
snow to the pony's saddle girths, and be received by the tenants
like princes.
This life of delights, with the continual visible comings and
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