| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: I have since thought that the room probably was one which he actually used
for opium debauches, and the device of the trap was intended to protect him
during the comatose period.
Now, holding a lantern above his head, the deviser of the trap
whereinto we, mouselike, had blindly entered, came through
the cellars, following the brown man who carried Weymouth.
The faint rays of the lantern (it apparently contained a candle)
revealed a veritable forest of the gigantic fungi--poisonously colored--
hideously swollen--climbing from the floor up the slimy walls--
climbing like horrid parasites to such part of the arched roof
as was visible to me.
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: with infinite care folded back the edges of the handkerchief,
revealing as he did so, the small particles of capsules still
clinging to the linen. But Kent hardly observed the capsules, his
entire attention being centered on one corner of the handkerchief,
which had neatly embroidered on it the letter "B."
CHAPTER VI
STRAIGHT QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS
Colonel McIntyre, with an angry gesture, threw down the newspaper
he had been reading.
"Do you mean to say, Helen, that you decline to go to the supper
to-night on account of the death of Jimmie 'Turnbull?" he asked.
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: chair before the table, as if to give a semblance of reality to her
hopes, and so increase the strength of her illusions.
"Ah! madame, he will come. He is not far off. I haven't a doubt he is
living, and on his way," replied Brigitte. "I put a key in the Bible,
and I held it on my fingers while Cottin read a chapter in the gospel
of Saint John; and, madame, the key never turned at all!"
"Is that a good sign?" asked the countess.
"Oh! madame, that's a well-known sign. I would wager my salvation, he
still lives. God would not so deceive us."
"Ah! if he would only come--no matter for his danger here."
"Poor Monsieur Auguste!" cried Brigitte, "he must be toiling along the
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