|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
years I have been studying the hearts of criminals like yourself.
But there are things I do not understand about this case and it
interests me very much."
Langen had wiped the drops from his forehead and he now turned on
Muller a face that seemed made of bronze. There was but one
expression on it, that of cold scorn.
"I feel greatly flattered, sir, to think that I can offer a problem
to one of your experience," Langen began. His voice, which had been
slightly veiled before, was now quite clear. "Ask me all you like.
I will answer you."
Muller began: "Why did you wait so long before committing the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades:
by my friend, Mr. George Clulow, a well-known bibliophile,
and "Xylographer" to "Ye Sette of ye Odde Volumes." The date
is 1881. He writes:--
"_Apropos_ of the Gainsborough `find,' of which you tell in `The Enemies
of Books,' I should like to narrate an experience of my own, of some
twenty years ago:
"Late one evening, at my father's house, I saw a catalogue of a sale
of furniture, farm implements and books, which was announced to take
place on the following morning at a country rectory in Derbyshire,
some four miles from the nearest railway station.
"It was summer time--the country at its best--and with the attraction
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle:
"Thou wilt play madman, wilt thou?" said the leader of the band.
"Here, Giles, fetch a cord and bind this knave's hands behind him.
I warrant we will bring his wits back to him again when we get
him safe before our good Bishop at Tutbury Town." Thereupon they
tied the Cobbler's hands behind him, and led him off with a rope,
as the farmer leads off the calf he hath brought from the fair.
Robin stood looking after them, and when they were gone he laughed
till the tears rolled down his cheeks; for he knew that no harm
would befall the honest fellow, and he pictured to himself
the Bishop's face when good Quince was brought before him as
Robin Hood. Then, turning his steps once more to the eastward,
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood