|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving:
and Forests. His elder brother had entered the same service as
his father, the other brother was a staff-captain of engineers.
Without being wealthy, the family, consisting of M. and Mme.
Castaing and four children, was in comfortable circumstances.
The young Edme was educated at the College of Angers--the Alma
Mater of Barre and Lebiez--where, intelligent and hard working,
he carried off many prizes. He decided to enter the medical
profession, and at the age of nineteen commenced his studies at
the School of Medicine in Paris. For two years he worked hard
and well, living within the modest allowance made him by his
father. At the end of that time this young man of two or three-
A Book of Remarkable Criminals
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
into the sheepfold! And yet who would have dreamed of it? . . .
"At all events," said Amyas, trying to comfort himself, "I need not
complain. I have lost nothing. I stood no more chance of her
against Frank than I should have stood against the Don. So there
is no use for me to cry about the matter." And he tried to hum a
tune concerning the general frailty of women, but nevertheless,
like Sir Hugh, felt that "he had a great disposition to cry."
He never had expected to win her, and yet it seemed bitter to know
that she was lost to him forever. It was not so easy for a heart
of his make to toss away the image of a first love; and all the
less easy because that image was stained and ruined.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard:
recommenced. And then there began another long, long night of
danger and horror. To describe all its incidents would be too
wearisome, so I will simply say that about midnight we struck
on a flat projecting rock in mid-stream and were as nearly as
possible overturned and drowned. However, at last we got off,
and went upon the uneven tenor of our way. And so the hours
passed till it was nearly three o'clock. Sir Henry, Good, and
Alphonse were asleep, utterly worn out; Umslopogaas was at the
bow with the pole, and I was steering, when I perceived that
the rate at which we were travelling had perceptibly increased.
Then, suddenly, I heard Umslopogaas make an exclamation, and