| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: packing-box that I needed. When I returned, it was close on tea-time; I
had seen Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael send out the hot coffee to the
conductor, and I had found a negro carpenter whose week it happily was to
stay sober; and now I learned that, when tea should be finished, the
poetess had in store for us, as a treat, her ode.
Our evening meal was not plain sailing, even for the veteran navigation
of Mrs. Trevise; Juno had returned from the bedside very plainly dis-
pleased (she was always candid even when silent) by something which had
happened there; and before the joyful moment came when we all learned
what this was, a very gouty Boston lady who had arrived with her husband
from Florida on her way North--and whose nature you will readily grasp
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells: light,' said the king.
In the little old dirty inn the king hung doubtful for a time,
and was for going back and throwing himself on the mercy of the
council. 'If there is a council,' said Pestovitch. 'By this time
your bombs may have settled it.
'But if so, these infernal aeroplanes would go.'
'They may not know yet.'
'But, Pestovitch, why couldn't you do all this without me?'
Pestovitch made no answer for a moment. 'I was for leaving the
bombs in their place,' he said at last, and went to the window.
About their conveyance shone a circle of bright light. Pestovitch
The Last War: A World Set Free |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: There's not even a Miss Smith."
"There is your Flora."
"My Flora! You went and . . . I can't bear to think of it. It's
horrible."
"Yes. It was horrible enough at times," she said with feeling,
because somehow, obscurely, what this man said appealed to her as if
it were her own thought clothed in an enigmatic emotion. "I think
with shame sometimes how I . . . No not yet. I shall not tell you.
At least not now."
The cab turned into the gateway of the dock. Flora handed the tall
hat to her father. "Here, papa. And please be good. I suppose you
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