| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the eternal matrimonial chase, give me instead a good stubble, a
fox, some decent hounds and a hunter, and I'll show you the real
joys of the chase!'"
"For Heaven's sake, go down to the telephone, you make my head ache,"
I said savagely.
I hardly know what prompted me to take out the gold purse and look
at it. It was an imbecile thing to do - call it impulse,
sentimentality, what you wish. I brought it out, one eye on the
door, for Mrs. Klopton has a ready eye and a noiseless shoe. But
the house was quiet. Down-stairs McKnight was flirting with the
telephone central and there was an odor of boneset tea in the air.
The Man in Lower Ten |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: a day and board ye. Help's terrible scarce round here."
"Is that winter as well as summer?" Jurgis demanded quickly.
"N--no," said the farmer; "I couldn't keep ye after November--I
ain't got a big enough place for that."
"I see," said the other, "that's what I thought. When you get
through working your horses this fall, will you turn them out in
the snow?" (Jurgis was beginning to think for himself nowadays.)
"It ain't quite the same," the farmer answered, seeing the point.
"There ought to be work a strong fellow like you can find to do,
in the cities, or some place, in the winter time."
"Yes," said Jurgis, "that's what they all think; and so they
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare: Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
GLOUCESTER. Commend me to Lord William. Tell him,
Catesby,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;
And bid my lord, for joy of this good news,
Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
BUCKINGHAM. Good Catesby, go effect this business soundly.
CATESBY. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
GLOUCESTER. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
CATESBY. You shall, my lord.
Richard III |
