|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini:
"What is it, Jasper?" he asked, recognizing the old servant.
"Mistress Ruth!" wailed the fellow, wringing his hands. "She.., she has
been ... carried off." He got it out in gasps, winded by his short run
and by the excitement that possessed him.
No word said Wilding. He just stood and stared, scarcely understanding,
and in that moment they were joined by Richard. He seized Wilding by
the arm. "Blake has carried her off," he cried.
"Blake?" said Mr. Wilding, and wondered with a sensation of nausea was
it an ordinary running away. But Richard's next words made it plain to
him that it was no amorous elopement, nor even amorous abduction.
"He has carried her to Feversham... for her betrayal of his to-night's
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the idle nine days' curiosity of our contemporaries; or we
may essay, however feebly, to instruct. In each of these we
shall have to deal with that remarkable art of words which,
because it is the dialect of life, comes home so easily and
powerfully to the minds of men; and since that is so, we
contribute, in each of these branches, to build up the sum of
sentiments and appreciations which goes by the name of Public
Opinion or Public Feeling. The total of a nation's reading,
in these days of daily papers, greatly modifies the total of
the nation's speech; and the speech and reading, taken
together, form the efficient educational medium of youth. A
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain:
The strong could prevail, and so be saved, but we are lost."
They lifted their heads in supplication. The angel was gone.
While they marveled and wept he came again; and bending low,
he whispered the decree.
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?
A CURE FOR THE BLUES
By courtesy of Mr. Cable I came into possession of a singular book
eight or ten years ago. It is likely that mine is now the only copy
in existence. Its title-page, unabbreviated, reads as follows: