|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Richard III by William Shakespeare:
[Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.
HASTINGS. I know they do, and I have well deserv'd it.
Enter LORD STANLEY
Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
STANLEY. My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby.
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
I do not like these several councils, I.
HASTINGS. My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours,
And never in my days, I do protest,
Was it so precious to me as 'tis now.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout:
"After all, he is a Lamar," I said to myself as I ordered
Evans to bring wine and sandwiches to the library.
It was the middle of the following afternoon before Harry
appeared down-stairs. He had slept eleven hours. I was seated
the library when I heard his voice in the hall:
"Breakfast! Breakfast for five at once!"
I smiled. That was Harry's style of wit.
After he had eaten his "breakfast for five" he came in to see
me with the air of a man who was determined to have it out.
I myself was in no mood for talk; indeed, I scarcely ever am
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
would be morose and gloomy, keeping beside his own tent and not mingling with
the Indians. At such times Myeerah did not question him.
Even in his happier hours his diversions were not many. He never tired of
watching and studying the Indian children. When he had an opportunity without
being observed, which was seldom, he amused himself with the papooses. The
Indian baby was strapped to a flat piece of wood and covered with a broad flap
of buckskin. The squaws hung these primitive baby carriages up on the pole of
a tepee, on a branch of a tree, or threw them round anywhere. Isaac never
heard a papoose cry. He often pulled down the flap of buckskin and looked at
the solemn little fellow, who would stare up at him with big, wondering eyes.
Isaac's most intimate friend was a six-year-old Indian boy, whom he called