|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell:
the first shock had worn off and when, in spite of everything-in spite of
their terror of the dogs, and of the habit, developed through long years,
of never complaining, never criticising, no matter what happened--they
might have uttered some word of protest. But just at that moment, as
though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of--
"Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four
legs good, two legs BETTER!"
It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep
had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs
had marched back into the farmhouse.
Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He looked round. It was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister:
"Arrived!" said Trampas again. "Where have you been grazing
"A right smart way from the mules."
"Nebrasky and the boys was tellin' me they'd missed yu' off- the
range," again interposed Wiggin. "Say, Nebrasky, who have yu'
offered your canary to the schoolmarm said you mustn't give her?"
Nebrasky grinned wretchedly.
"Well, she's a lady, and she's square, not takin' a man's gift
when she don't take the man. But you'd ought to get back all them
letters yu' wrote her. Yu' sure ought to ask her for them
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac:
and still more, it would seem, by the action of thoughts which had
undermined both soul and body. The eyes had lost their lashes, and the
eyebrows were scarcely traced along the projecting arches where they
belonged. Imagine such a head upon a lean and feeble body, surround it
with lace of dazzling whiteness worked in meshes like a fish-slice,
festoon the black velvet doublet of the old man with a heavy gold
chain, and you will have a faint idea of the exterior of this strange
individual, to whose appearance the dusky light of the landing lent
fantastic coloring. You might have thought that a canvas of Rembrandt
without its frame had walked silently up the stairway, bringing with
it the dark atmosphere which was the sign-manual of the great master.