| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells: matter, is really at one with the rest of the elements. It does
noticeably and forcibly what probably all the other elements are
doing with an imperceptible slowness. It is like the single
voice crying aloud that betrays the silent breathing multitude in
the darkness. Radium is an element that is breaking up and flying
to pieces. But perhaps all elements are doing that at less
perceptible rates. Uranium certainly is; thorium--the stuff of
this incandescent gas mantle--certainly is; actinium. I feel
that we are but beginning the list. And we know now that the
atom, that once we thought hard and impenetrable, and indivisible
and final and--lifeless--lifeless, is really a reservoir of
The Last War: A World Set Free |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: "I could give you some real information about
your son--the very latest tip, if you care to
hear."
"No," shouted Hagberd. He began to pace
wildly to and fro, he shouldered his spade, he ges-
ticulated with his other arm. "Here's a fellow--
a grinning fellow, who says there's something
wrong. I've got more information than you're
aware of. I've all the information I want. I've
had it for years--for years--for years--enough
to last me till to-morrow. Let you come in, indeed!
To-morrow |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Forsyth,' said he.
'Meestare Gidden Borsye,' replied the waiter, and he tossed off
the liquor in four gulps.
'Have another?' said Michael, with undisguised interest. 'I never
saw a man drink faster. It restores one's confidence in the human
race.
But the waiter excused himself politely, and, assisted by some
one from without, began to bring in lunch.
Michael made an excellent meal, which he washed down with a
bottle of Heidsieck's dry monopole. As for the artist, he was far
too uneasy to eat, and his companion flatly refused to let him
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