| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: to their simple toilet, it may be a good time to tell of a few
changes which three years have wrought in their appearance, for
all are looking their best just now.
Jo's angles are much softened, she has learned to carry herself
with ease, if not grace. The curly crop has lengthened into
a thick coil, more becoming to the small head atop of the tall
figure. There is a fresh color in her brown cheeks, a soft shine
in her eyes, and only gentle words fall from her sharp tongue today.
Beth has grown slender, pale, and more quiet than ever. The
beautiful, kind eyes are larger, and in them lies an expression
that saddens one, although it is not sad itself. It is the shadow
Little Women |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: in itself.
Marlow agreed with me so far. He explained however that his
curiosity was not excited by Mr. Powell exclusively. It originated
a good way further back in the fact of his accidental acquaintance
with the Fynes, in the country. This chance meeting with a man who
had sailed with Captain Anthony had revived it. It had revived it
to some purpose, to such purpose that to me too was given the
knowledge of its origin and of its nature. It was given to me in
several stages, at intervals which are not indicated here. On this
first occasion I remarked to Marlow with some surprise:
"But, if I remember rightly you said you didn't know Captain
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: Santa Claus gone and no one to direct the flight of the reindeer.
"Whoa!" he called out, and the deer obediently slackened speed and
came to a halt.
Peter and Nuter and Kilter all jumped upon the seat and looked back
over the track made by the sleigh. But Santa Claus had been left
miles and miles behind.
"What shall we do?" asked Wisk anxiously, all the mirth and mischief
banished from his wee face by this great calamity.
"We must go back at once and find our master," said Nuter the Ryl, who
thought and spoke with much deliberation.
"No, no!" exclaimed Peter the Knook, who, cross and crabbed though he
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
