| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: bring her up like christened folks's children, and take her to
church, and let her learn her catechise, as my little Aaron can say
off--the "I believe", and everything, and "hurt nobody by word or
deed",--as well as if he was the clerk. That's what you must do,
Master Marner, if you'd do the right thing by the orphin child."
Marner's pale face flushed suddenly under a new anxiety. His mind
was too busy trying to give some definite bearing to Dolly's words
for him to think of answering her.
"And it's my belief," she went on, "as the poor little creatur
has never been christened, and it's nothing but right as the parson
should be spoke to; and if you was noways unwilling, I'd talk to
Silas Marner |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a wasted and useless life.
"Farewell, Bertrade." Kneeling he raised the hem of
her garment to his lips.
A thousand conflicting emotions surged through the
heart of this proud daughter of the new conqueror of
England. The anger of an outraged confidence, grati-
tude for the chivalry which twice had saved her honor,
hatred for the murderer of a hundred friends and kins-
men, respect and honor for the marvellous courage of
the man, loathing and contempt for the base born, the
memory of that exalted moment when those handsome
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: cursed the incurable stupidity of his behaviour. Day brought a
new society of nursery-maids and children, and fresh-dressed
and (I am sorry to say) tight-laced maidens, and gay people in
rich traps; upon the skirts of which Carthew and "the other
blackguards"--his own bitter phrase--skulked, and chewed
grass, and looked on. Day passed, the light died, the green and
leafy precinct sparkled with lamps or lay in shadow, and the
round of the night began again, the loitering women, the
lurking men, the sudden outburst of screams, the sound of
flying feet. "You mayn't believe it," says Carthew, "but I got to
that pitch that I didn't care a hang. I have been wakened out of
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