| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: strongly, when, lowering her veil, she interrupted her own devotions
to look in the direction where her daughter's eyes found attraction.
By the help of her spectacles she saw the young artist, whose
fashionable elegance seemed to proclaim him a cavalry officer on leave
rather than a tradesman of the neighborhood. It is difficult to
conceive of the state of violent agitation in which Madame Guillaume
found herself--she, who flattered herself on having brought up her
daughters to perfection--on discovering in Augustine a clandestine
passion of which her prudery and ignorance exaggerated the perils. She
believed her daughter to be cankered to the core.
"Hold your book right way up, miss," she muttered in a low voice,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: brought me back to a world that at first was nothing but sky, a
heap of clouds that I thought hazily were the meringue on a blue
charlotte russe. As the sense of hearing was slowly added to vision,
I heard a woman near me sobbing that she had lost her hat pin, and
she couldn't keep her hat on.
I think I dropped back into unconsciousness again, for the next
thing I remember was of my blue patch of sky clouded with smoke, of
a strange roaring and crackling, of a rain of fiery sparks on my
face and of somebody beating at me with feeble hands. I opened my
eyes and closed them again: the girl in blue was bending over me.
With that imperviousness to big things and keenness to small that
The Man in Lower Ten |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: piercing screams he sat up in a darkness that seemed to belong
neither to time nor place. . . .
Near his feet was an ashen glow that gave no light.
His first perplexity gave way to dismay at finding no Amanda by his
side. "Amanda!" he cried. . . .
Her voice floated down through a chink in the floor above. "What
can it be, Cheetah?"
Then: "It's coming nearer."
The screaming continued, heart-rending, eviscerating shrieks.
Benham, still confused, lit a match. All the men about him were
stirring or sitting up and listening, their faces showing distorted
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