| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: guess you're not her godfather and godmother. I guess Mr.
Wiltshire's going to please himself."
With that he made an excuse to me that he must move about the
marriage, and left me alone with the poor wretch that was his
partner and (to speak truth) his gull. Trade and station belonged
both to Randall; Case and the negro were parasites; they crawled
and fed upon him like the flies, he none the wiser. Indeed, I have
no harm to say of Billy Randall beyond the fact that my gorge rose
at him, and the time I now passed in his company was like a
nightmare.
The room was stifling hot and full of flies; for the house was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: "I had to wear them last night, hadn't I?" she retorted. "I'd have
looked well coming out of Gypsy Nan's garret dressed as myself if any
one had seen me! She scowled at him in turn. She was beginning to
believe that he had not even an inkling of her identity. Her safest
play was to stake everything on that belief. "Say, what's the matter
with you?" she inquired disdainfully. "I came out here and changed
last night; and I changed into these rags I'm wearing now when I got
back again; and I left my own clothes here because I was expecting to
get word that I could put them on again soon for keeps - though I
might have known from past experience that something would queer the
fine promises you made at Matty's last night! And the reason I'm out
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac: overwhelmed him; but his feeling of terror subsided as he heard sweet
distant sounds of music that he had caught faintly before. They were
singing in the church, he thought, and his eyes scanned the great
doorway. But as he listened more closely, the sounds poured upon him
from all sides; he looked round the square, but there was no sign of
any musicians. The melody brought visions of a distant heaven and
far-off gleams of hope; but it also quickened the remorse that had set
the lost soul in a ferment. He went on his way through Paris, walking
as men walk who are crushed beneath the burden of their sorrow, seeing
everything with unseeing eyes, loitering like an idler, stopping
without cause, muttering to himself, careless of the traffic, making
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