|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane:
machine-like music, as if a group of phantom musicians were
A tall young man, smoking a cigarette with a sublime air,
strolled near the girl. He had on evening dress, a moustache, a
chrysanthemum, and a look of ennui, all of which he kept carefully
under his eye. Seeing the girl walk on as if such a young man as
he was not in existence, he looked back transfixed with interest.
He stared glassily for a moment, but gave a slight convulsive start
when he discerned that she was neither new, Parisian, nor theatrical.
He wheeled about hastily and turned his stare into the air,
like a sailor with a search-light.
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad:
this shall get printed some day."
"Obituary notice?" Renouard dropped negligently.
"Certain - some day."
"Do you then regard yourself as immortal?"
"No, my boy. I am not immortal. But the voice of the press goes
on for ever. . . . And it will say that this was the secret of your
great success in a task where better men than you - meaning no
offence - did fail repeatedly."
"Success," muttered Renouard, pulling-to the office door after him
with considerable energy. And the letters of the word PRIVATE like
a row of white eyes seemed to stare after his back sinking down the
Within the Tides
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac:
maintained in me to this day a profound aversion for tattle, and also
Through the ring of her voice was slightly raised during the first
part of this answer, the last words were said with the ease and self-
possession of Celimene bantering the Misanthrope.
"Madame," said Monsieur de Bourbonne, in a voice of some emotion, "I
am an old man; I am almost Octave's father, and I ask your pardon most
humbly for the question that I shall now venture to put to you, giving
you my word of honor as a loyal gentleman that your answer shall die
here,"--laying his hand upon his heart, with an old-fashioned gesture
that was truly religious. "Are these rumors true; do you love Octave?"