| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: of a great police department seems helpless to discover anything.
The high chiefs and commissioners grant a condescending permission
when Muller asks, "May I do this? ... or may I handle this case
this way?" both parties knowing all the while that it is a farce,
and that the department waits helpless until this humble little
man saves its honour by solving some problem before which its
intricate machinery has stood dazed and puzzled.
This call of the trail is something that is stronger than anything
else in Muller's mentality, and now and then it brings him into
conflict with the department, ... or with his own better nature.
Sometimes his unerring instinct discovers secrets in high places,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: 'I am,' interrupted the lady, 'the Senorita Teresa Valdevia.
The evening air grows chill. Adios, Senorito.' And before
Harry could stammer out a word, she had disappeared into her
room.
He stood transfixed, the cigarette still unlighted in his
hand. His thoughts had soared above tobacco, and still
recalled and beautified the image of his new acquaintance.
Her voice re-echoed in his memory; her eyes, of which he
could not tell the colour, haunted his soul. The clouds had
risen at her coming, and he beheld a new-created world. What
she was, he could not fancy, but he adored her. Her age, he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: and hedge and ditch, and give his neighbours sound advice, and
take the measure of a man's worth from ten minutes' talk, and say
his prayers, and keep his temper, and pay his debts,--which last
three things are more than a good many folks can do who fancy
themselves a whole world wiser than John in the smock-frock.
Oh, but I want to hear about the exquisite shapes and glorious
colours.
Of course you do, little man. A few fine epithets take your fancy
far more than a little common sense and common humility; but in
that you are no worse than some of your elders. So now for the
exquisite shapes and glorious colours. I have never seen them;
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