| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: however looking a bit gray round the mouth with fatigue, but triumphant.
He had on these occasions always a sense of victory; even, in a way, a
eeling of being part of a great purpose. He talked at such times of the
race, as one may who is doing his best by it.
"Well," he said when Sara Lee opened the door, "it's a boy. Eight
pounds. Going to be red-headed, too." He chuckled.
"A boy!" said Sara Lee. "I - don't you bring any girl babies any more?"
The doctor put down his hat and glanced at her.
"Wanted a girl, to be named for you?"
"No. It's not that. It's only -" She checked herself. He wouldn't
understand. The race required girl babies. "I've put a blue bow on my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James: remained vivid through the ages, and poor Miss Tita evidently
was of the impression that she had had a brilliant youth.
She had in fact had a glimpse of the Venetian world in
its gossiping, home-keeping, parsimonious, professional walks;
for I observed for the first time that she had acquired
by contact something of the trick of the familiar,
soft-sounding, almost infantile speech of the place.
I judged that she had imbibed this invertebrate dialect
from the natural way the names of things and people--
mostly purely local--rose to her lips. If she knew little
of what they represented she knew still less of anything else.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: Polynesians from the Gilbert Islands; and he suddenly remembered
that these might be easily mistaken for a detachment of Tamaseses.
Bidding his boys conceal themselves in a thicket, this brave man
walked into the open. So soon as he was recognised, the firing
ceased, and the labourers followed him in safety. This is
chivalrous war; but there was a side to it less chivalrous. As
Moors drew nearer to Vailele, he began to meet Samoans with hats,
guns, and even shirts, taken from the German sailors. With one of
these who had a hat and a gun he stopped and spoke. The hat was
handed up for him to look at; it had the late owner's name on the
inside. "Where is he?" asked Moors. "He is dead; I cut his head
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