| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Once more I started toward her, but better judgment held me
back--I could do nothing to help her other than by stealth.
Could I even accomplish aught by this means? I did not
know. It seemed beyond the pale of possibility, and yet I
should try.
"And you will not bend the knee to me?" continued Menelek,
after she had spoken. Victory shook her head in a most
decided negation.
"You shall be my first choice, then," said the emperor. "I
like your spirit, for the breaking of it will add to my
pleasure in you, and never fear but that it shall be broken--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Persuasion by Jane Austen: been on such terms as to make the power of attempting an introduction
at all desirable.
At the same time, however, it was a secret gratification to herself
to have seen her cousin, and to know that the future owner of Kellynch
was undoubtedly a gentleman, and had an air of good sense.
She would not, upon any account, mention her having met with him
the second time; luckily Mary did not much attend to their having
passed close by him in their earlier walk, but she would have felt
quite ill-used by Anne's having actually run against him in the passage,
and received his very polite excuses, while she had never been
near him at all; no, that cousinly little interview must remain
Persuasion |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: in front of it a face. This face had no nostrils--indeed, the
Martians do not seem to have had any sense of smell, but
it had a pair of very large dark-coloured eyes, and just
beneath this a kind of fleshy beak. In the back of this head or
body--I scarcely know how to speak of it--was the single
tight tympanic surface, since known to be anatomically an ear,
though it must have been almost useless in our dense air.
In a group round the mouth were sixteen slender, almost
whiplike tentacles, arranged in two bunches of eight each.
These bunches have since been named rather aptly, by that
distinguished anatomist, Professor Howes, the HANDS. Even
War of the Worlds |
