|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister:
Could he have known this, Oscar would have felt more superior than ever.
Punctually at the hour agreed, ten o'clock he rapped at Billy's door and
stood waiting, his leather wallet of notes nipped safe between elbow and
ribs. Then he knocked again. Then he tried the door, and as it was
open, he walked deferentially into the sitting room. Sonorous snores
came from one of the bedrooms. Oscar peered in and saw John; but he saw
no Billy in the other bed. Then, always deferential, he sat down in the
sitting room and watched a couple of prettily striped coats hanging in a
At that moment the black gelding was flirtatiously crossing the
drawbridge over the Charles on the Allston Road. The gelding knew the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
best to secure repose without relinquishing evil. The victims of
his malicious remarks, it is true, had brothers enough to keep
them in countenance; for, by Roderick's theory, every mortal
bosom harbored either a brood of small serpents or one overgrown
monster that had devoured all the rest. Still the city could not
bear this new apostle. It was demanded by nearly all, and
particularly by the most respectable inhabitants, that Roderick
should no longer be permitted to violate the received rules of
decorum by obtruding his own bosom serpent to the public gaze,
and dragging those of decent people from their lurking places.
Accordingly, his relatives interfered and placed him in a private
Mosses From An Old Manse
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London:
business. That fella Koogoo no look 'm eye belong him. He no
savvee little bit."
Koogoo's arms had crumpled under him, and he lay quivering where he
had fallen. Even as Binu Charley came to the front the stricken
black's breath passed from him, and with a final convulsive stir he
"Right through the heart," Sheldon said, straightening up from the
stooping examination. "It must have been a trap of some sort."
He noticed Joan's white, tense face, and the wide eyes with which
she stared at the wreck of what had been a man the minute before.
"I recruited that boy myself," she said in a whisper. "He came