| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: He was suffering intensely--the emotion described by the poet in
the bitter words about "Time's moving finger having writ." His
mind, seeking some explanation, some justification, went back to
the events before that night. With a sudden pang of yearning, he
thought of Lizette. She was a decent girl, and had kept him
decent, and he was lonely without her. He had been so afraid of
being found out that he had given her up when he became engaged;
but now for a while he felt that he would have to break his
resolution, and pay his regular Sunday visit to the little flat
in the working-class portion of Paris.
It was while George was fitting himself for the same career as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: young gent Dick's lookin' fer from down East?"
"Yes."
"Come right in, sonny, come right in an' eat. Dick allus eats with me, an'
he has spoke often 'bout you." He led me in, and seated me at a bench where
several men were eating. They were brawny fellows, clad in overalls and
undershirts, and one, who spoke pleasantly to me, had sawdust on his bare
arms and even in his hair. The cook set before me a bowl of soup, a plate
of beans, potroast, and coffee, all of which I attacked with a good
appetite. Presently the men finished their meat and went outside, leaving
me alone with the cook.
"Many men on this job?" I asked.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: Emphatically, that's THAT!
She thought of Michaelis, and the money she might have had with him;
and even that she didn't want. She preferred the lesser amount which
she helped Clifford to make by his writing. That she actually helped to
make.--'Clifford and I together, we make twelve hundred a year out of
writing'; so she put it to herself. Make money! Make it! Out of
nowhere. Wring it out of the thin air! The last feat to be humanly
proud of! The rest all-my-eye-Betty-Martin.
So she plodded home to Clifford, to join forces with him again, to make
another story out of nothingness: and a story meant money. Clifford
seemed to care very much whether his stories were considered
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