|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
the murderer be?"
"I don't pretend to see him myself yet. But our rule is to leave
things as they are discovered, until the official examination.
Muller, did you shut the outer door?"
"Yes, sir; here is the key."
"Johann, are there any more keys for the outer door?"
"Yes, sir. One more, that is, for the third was lost some months
ago. The Professor's own key ought to be in the drawer of the
little table beside the bed."
"Will you please look for it, Muller?"
Muller went into the bedroom and soon returned with the key, which
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato:
substitution, the old worn-out mortality leaving another new and similar
existence behind--unlike the divine, which is always the same and not
another? And in this way, Socrates, the mortal body, or mortal anything,
partakes of immortality; but the immortal in another way. Marvel not then
at the love which all men have of their offspring; for that universal love
and interest is for the sake of immortality.'
I was astonished at her words, and said: 'Is this really true, O thou wise
Diotima?' And she answered with all the authority of an accomplished
sophist: 'Of that, Socrates, you may be assured;--think only of the
ambition of men, and you will wonder at the senselessness of their ways,
unless you consider how they are stirred by the love of an immortality of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad:
seaman - that of an absolute confidence in himself. What was
really wrong with him was that he had these qualities in an
unrestful degree. His eternally watchful demeanour, his jerky,
nervous talk, even his, as it were, determined silences, seemed to
imply - and, I believe, they did imply - that to his mind the ship
was never safe in my hands. Such was the man who looked after the
anchors of a less than five-hundred-ton barque, my first command,
now gone from the face of the earth, but sure of a tenderly
remembered existence as long as I live. No anchor could have gone
down foul under Mr. B-'s piercing eye. It was good for one to be
sure of that when, in an open roadstead, one heard in the cabin the
The Mirror of the Sea