| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: thieves, stolen and carried quite away.
It is indeed to be observed that the women were in all this calamity
the most rash, fearless, and desperate creatures, and as there were vast
numbers that went about as nurses to tend those that were sick, they
committed a great many petty thieveries in the houses where they
were employed; and some of them were publicly whipped for it, when
perhaps they ought rather to have been hanged for examples, for
numbers of houses were robbed on these occasions, till at length the
parish officers were sent to recommend nurses to the sick, and always
took an account whom it was they sent, so as that they might call them
to account if the house had been abused where they were placed.
A Journal of the Plague Year |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: been as attractive when a young girl as she was when an old girl,
she never would have been an old girl and head of Spiegel's corset
department at a salary of something very comfortably over one
hundred and twenty-five a month (and commissions). Effie had
improved with the years, and ripened with experience. She knew her
value. At twenty she had been pale, anaemic and bony, with a
startled-faun manner and bad teeth. Years of saleswomanship had
broadened her, mentally and physically, until she possessed a wide
and varied knowledge of that great and diversified subject known as
human nature. She knew human nature all the way from the fifty-
nine-cent girdles to the twenty-five-dollar made-to-orders. And if
Buttered Side Down |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: She seemed, however, to know the situation without telling,
though she was eager to know what she had told. The Professor
repeated the conversation, and she said, "Then there is not
a moment to lose. It may not be yet too late!"
Mr. Morris and Lord Godalming started for the door but the Professor's
calm voice called them back.
"Stay, my friends. That ship, wherever it was, was weighing
anchor at the moment in your so great Port of London.
Which of them is it that you seek? God be thanked that we have
once again a clue, though whither it may lead us we know not.
We have been blind somewhat. Blind after the manner of men,
Dracula |
