| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: hidden by heavy-rimmed spectacles.
It was just half-past five when he rang the bell at the entrance
gate to the Thorne property. He had spent the intervening time in
the caf‚, as he was in no hurry to enter the house. Franz came down
the path and opened the door. "'What do you want?" he asked.
"I come from Siemens & Halske; I was to ask whether the other man - "
"Has been here already?" interrupted Franz, adding in an irritated
tone, "No, he hasn't been here at all."
"Well, I guess he didn't get through at the other place in time.
I'll see what the trouble is," said the stranger, whom Franz
naturally supposed to be the electrician, lie opened the gate and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: 'Ay, ay, sir,' deferentially, and on the quiet let the
thing slip overboard. The heavy medicine-chest went
that way, two bags of green coffee, tins of paint--fancy,
paint!--a whole lot of things. Then I was ordered with
two hands into the boats to make a stowage and get them
ready against the time it would be proper for us to leave
the ship.
"We put everything straight, stepped the long-boat's
mast for our skipper, who was in charge of her, and I
was not sorry to sit down for a moment. My face felt
raw, every limb ached as if broken, I was aware of all
Youth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: Row, brothers, row to the blue of the verge,
where the low sky mates with the sea.
THE SNAKE-CHARMER
Whither dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?
In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,
Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel's slumber,
Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's bloom?
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight.
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