| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: me how good he is. He knows down to the ground what he `might' do.
That's what he gave them a taste of at school."
"Lord, you do change!" cried my friend.
"I don't change--I simply make it out. The four, depend upon it,
perpetually meet. If on either of these last nights you had
been with either child, you would clearly have understood.
The more I've watched and waited the more I've felt that if
there were nothing else to make it sure it would be made
so by the systematic silence of each. NEVER, by a slip
of the tongue, have they so much as alluded to either of their
old friends, any more than Miles has alluded to his expulsion.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: ish gale had been to make a lunatic of that poor devil of
a mulatto. It eased before morning, and next day the
sky cleared, and as the sea went down the leak took up.
When it came to bending a fresh set of sails the crew
demanded to put back--and really there was nothing else
to do. Boats gone, decks swept clean, cabin gutted, men
without a stitch but what they stood in, stores spoiled,
ship strained. We put her head for home, and--would
you believe it? The wind came east right in our teeth.
It blew fresh, it blew continuously. We had to beat up
every inch of the way, but she did not leak so badly,
Youth |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: showed no sign of embarrassment. He waved his visitor to a
chair, and leaned across his desk with the encouraging smile of a
consulting physician.
Granice broke out at once: "That detective you sent me the other
day--"
Allonby raised a deprecating hand.
"--I know: it was Stell the alienist. Why did you do that,
Allonby?"
The other's face did not lose its composure. "Because I looked
up your story first--and there's nothing in it."
"Nothing in it?" Granice furiously interposed.
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