| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: felt the protection of my shabby garments inadequate against it.
Far over on the Surrey shore a blue light--vaporous, mysterious--
flicked translucent tongues against the night's curtain.
It was a weird, elusive flame, leaping, wavering, magically changing
from blue to a yellowed violet, rising, falling.
"Only a gasworks," came Smith's voice, and I knew that he, too, had been
watching those elfin fires. "But it always reminds me of a Mexican
teocalli, and the altar of sacrifice."
The simile was apt, but gruesome. I thought of Dr. Fu-Manchu
and the severed fingers, and could not repress a shudder.
"On your left, past the wooden pier! Not where the lamp is--
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: a meaning), or were just piled-up matter without any sense. She
felt how she had always been unrelated to this world. She was
hanging on to it merely by that one arm grasped firmly just above
the elbow. It was a captivity. So be it. Till they got out into
the street and saw the hansom waiting outside the gates Anthony
spoke only once, beginning brusquely but in a much gentler tone than
she had ever heard from his lips.
"Of course I ought to have known that you could not care for a man
like me, a stranger. Silence gives consent. Yes? Eh? I don't
want any of that sort of consent. And unless some day you find you
can speak . . . No! No! I shall never ask you. For all the sign I
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: piece. The lines in her face came out terribly--she looked
old; and when a girl looks old to herself, how does she look
to other people? She moved away, and began to wander
aimlessly about the room, fitting her steps with mechanical
precision between the monstrous roses of Mrs. Peniston's
Axminster. Suddenly she noticed that the pen with which she
had written to Selden still rested against the uncovered
inkstand. She seated herself again, and taking out an envelope,
addressed it rapidly to Rosedale. Then she laid out a sheet of
paper, and sat over it with suspended pen. It had been easy
enough to write the date, and "Dear Mr. Rosedale"--but after that
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