| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: soundless admonition of it all--unless that, at this time of day,
it was simply, it was overwhelmingly too late? He had never at any
stage of his queer consciousness admitted the whisper of such a
correction; he had never till within these last few months been so
false to his conviction as not to hold that what was to come to him
had time, whether HE struck himself as having it or not. That at
last, at last, he certainly hadn't it, to speak of, or had it but
in the scantiest measure--such, soon enough, as things went with
him, became the inference with which his old obsession had to
reckon: and this it was not helped to do by the more and more
confirmed appearance that the great vagueness casting the long
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: have the talent for that sort of thing, you may find permanent work
here."
A gesture and a look from the workingman showed the detective that
the former did not think very highly of such occupation. Muller
laid his hand on the other's shoulder and said gravely: "You wouldn't
care to take service with us? This sort of thing doesn't rate very
high, I know. But I tell you that if we have our hearts in the right
place, and our brains are worth anything, we are of more good to
humanity than many an honest citizen who wouldn't shake hands with us.
There - and now I am busy. Goodnight."
With these words Muller pushed the astonished man out of the room,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: not for nothing that she had graduated in the Versailles school of
artificialities.
"That," said he, "is very far from my design."
"But of importance to yourself, monsieur, or to me?"
"To us both, I hope," he answered her, a world of meaning in his
fine, ardent eyes.
"You whet my curiosity, monsieur; and, of course, I am a dutiful
niece. It follows that I shall be honoured to receive you."
"Not honoured, mademoiselle; you will confer the honour. To-morrow
at this hour, then, I shall have the felicity to wait upon you."
He bowed again; and again he bore her fingers to his lips, what time
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