|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
Isaac Zane and his Indian bride called on Alfred that afternoon.
"Alfred, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you up again," said Isaac,
earnestly, as he wrung Alfred's hand. "Say, but it was a tight squeeze! It has
been a bad time for you."
Nothing could have been more pleasing than Myeerah's shy yet eloquent
greeting. She gave Alfred her little hand and said in her figurative style of
speaking, "Myeerah is happy for you and for others. You are strong like the
West Wind that never dies."
"Myeerah and I are going this afternoon, and we came over to say good-bye to
you. We intend riding down the river fifteen miles and then crossing, to avoid
running into any band of Indians."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
underrated my intelligence; and what a violent scoundrel! The
existence of such a man in the time we live in is a scandal."
D'Alcacer retired, and, full of vague forebodings, tried in vain
for hours to interest himself in a book. Mr. Travers walked up
and down restlessly, trying to persuade himself that his
indignation was based on purely moral grounds. The glaring day,
like a mass of white-hot iron withdrawn from the fire, was losing
gradually its heat and its glare in a richer deepening of tone.
At the usual time two seamen, walking noiselessly aft in their
yachting shoes, rolled up in silence the quarter-deck screens;
and the coast, the shallows, the dark islets and the snowy
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott:
At length, there entered the middle aisle of the building a
numerous party, which appeared to be a bridal one, as a lady and
gentleman walked first, hand in hand, followed by a large
concourse of persons of both sexes, gaily, nay richly, attired.
The bride, whose features they could distinctly see, seemed not
more than sixteen years old, and extremely beautiful. The
bridegroom, for some seconds, moved rather with his shoulder
towards them, and his face averted; but his elegance of form and
step struck the sisters at once with the same apprehension. As
he turned his face suddenly, it was frightfully realized, and
they saw, in the gay bridegroom before them, Sir Philip Forester.