|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne:
had held on to the right thing; they had escaped the syndicate;
yet a little more, if I had not come to dun them, and Mrs.
Speedy would have been buying a silk dress. I could not bear,
of course, to profit by the accident, and returned to offer
restitution. The house was in a bustle; the neighbours (all
stock-gamblers themselves) had crowded to condole; and Mrs.
Speedy sat with streaming tears, the centre of a sympathetic
group. "For fifteen year I've been at ut," she was lamenting, as
I entered, "and grudging the babes the very milk, more shame
to me! to pay their dhirty assessments. And now, my dears, I
should be a lady, and driving in my coach, if all had their
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Miracle Mongers and Their Methods by Harry Houdini:
and cut off two parcels of phosphorus,
containing twenty grains each. He was
placing them in the water, when the fire-
king requested that his phosphorus might
be cut into small pieces, as he did not wish
the pieces to stop on their way to his
stomach. The poisons were now prepared.
A wine-glass contained the portion
set aside for the fire-king--a tumbler the
portion reserved for Mr. Smith.
The Fire-king--``I suppose, gentlemen,
Miracle Mongers and Their Methods
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
They looked at me curiously. Buell raised his face with a queer smile. Bud
broke into a laugh.
"Oh, you're goin' to? Mebbe you think you need an axe," said he.
They made no offer to tie me up then. Bud went to the door and sat in it,
and I heard him half whisper to Buell: "What 'd I tell you? Thet's a game
kid. If he ever wakes up right we'll have a wildcat on our hands. He'll do
fer one of us yet." These men all took pleasure in saying things like this
to Buell. This time Buell had no answer ready, and sat nursing his head.
"Wal, I hev a little headache myself, an' the crack I got wasn't nothin' to
yourn," concluded Bud. Then Bill began packing the supplies indoors, and
Herky started a fire. Bud kept a sharp eye on me; still, he made no
The Young Forester