|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner:
scent of that dead rose, withered for twelve years, comes back to me. I
know there will be spring; as surely as the birds know it when they see
above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.
There were other flowers in the box once; a bunch of white acacia flowers,
gathered by the strong hand of a man, as we passed down a village street on
a sultry afternoon, when it had rained, and the drops fell on us from the
leaves of the acacia trees. The flowers were damp; they made mildew marks
on the paper I folded them in. After many years I threw them away. There
is nothing of them left in the box now, but a faint, strong smell of dried
acacia, that recalls that sultry summer afternoon; but the rose is in the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne:
soon as you've done with these chests," he added, "you can turn
to and roll out beef and water breakers; it'll look more
shipshape--like as if we were getting ready for the boat
And he was back again in a moment, cooking the new log.
Goddedaal's was then carefully destroyed, and a hunt began for
the ship's papers. Of all the agonies of that breathless morning,
this was perhaps the most poignant. Here and there the two
men searched, cursing, cannoning together, streaming with
heat, freezing with terror. News was bawled down to them that
the ship was indeed a man-of-war, that she was close up, that
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
think. What else he did I don't know--but he dismissed me and
pretty nearly throttled me--for telling Mr. Jamieson here about
Mr. Innes' having been at his office the night he disappeared,
and about my hearing them quarreling."
"What was it Warner overheard the woman say to Mr. Innes, in the
library?" the detective asked me.
"She said `I knew there was something wrong from the start. A
man isn't well one day and dead the next without some reason.'"
How perfectly it all seemed to fit!
WHEN CHURCHYARDS YAWN
The Circular Staircase