|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
had his choice between that and the quick, painless end that a
bullet would bring; but there are some things that a man can't
stand. Get me? We'll try a few of those on the Pug, and, believe
me, before we're through, there won't be any secrets wrapped up in
Rhoda Gray stood motionless. Thank God it had grown dark - dark
enough to hide the whiteness that she knew had crept over her face,
and the horror that had crept into her eyes. "You mean" - her voice
was very low - "you mean you're going to torture him into talking?"
"Sure!" said Danglar. "What do you think!"
"And after that?"
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic:
toward him was altered distinctly for the better.
As for himself, he viewed with astonished delight the progress
he had made in his own estimation. He had taken Sister
Soulsby's advice, and the results were already wonderful.
He had put aside, once and for all, the thousand foolish
trifles and childish perplexities which formerly had racked
his brain, and worried him out of sleep and strength.
He borrowed all sorts of books boldly now from the Octavius
public library, and could swim with a calm mastery
and enjoyment upon the deep waters into which Draper
and Lecky and Laing and the rest had hurled him.
The Damnation of Theron Ware
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
"My mother was rather small, in fact too small to be allowed
the responsibilities of maternity, as our chieftains breed
principally for size. She was also less cold and cruel
than most green Martian women, and caring little for their
society, she often roamed the deserted avenues of Thark
alone, or went and sat among the wild flowers that deck
the nearby hills, thinking thoughts and wishing wishes
which I believe I alone among Tharkian women today may
understand, for am I not the child of my mother?
"And there among the hills she met a young warrior, whose
duty it was to guard the feeding zitidars and thoats and see