|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
He said that my happiness was first; that he would not give me an
uncomfortable minute for anything on earth; and that Bella had
been perfectly right to leave him, because he was a sinking ship,
and deserved to be turned out penniless into the world. After
which mixed figure, he poured himself something to drink, and his
hands were shaking.
Dal and Anne stood on each side of him and patted him on the
shoulders and glared across at me. I felt that if I was a rock,
Jim's ship had struck on me and was sinking, as he said, because
of me. I began to crumble.
"What--what time does she leave?" I asked, wavering.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
aplaud it, but if she is unpleasent, to sit still and show no interest.
JANUARY 5TH, 6TH, 7TH, 8TH. Bad weather, which is depressing to one
of my Temperment. Also boil on noze.
A few helpfull Deeds--nothing worth putting down.
JANUARY 9TH. Boil cut.
Again I can face my Image in my mirror, and not shrink.
Mademoiselle is sick and no French. MISERICORDE!
Helpfull Deed--sent Mademoiselle some fudge, but this school does
not encourage kindness. Reprimanded for cooking in room. School
sympathises with me. We will go to Miss Everett's couzin's play,
but we will dam it with faint praise.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:
childhood. In appearance he was like an imbecile Henry the Third of
France. The Scotsman, though perhaps as big an ass, was not so dead
of heart; and I have only bracketed them together because they were
fast friends, and disgraced themselves equally by their conduct at
Next, to turn to topics more agreeable, we had a newly-married
couple, devoted to each other, with a pleasant story of how they had
first seen each other years ago at a preparatory school, and that
very afternoon he had carried her books home for her. I do not know
if this story will be plain to southern readers; but to me it recalls
many a school idyll, with wrathful swains of eight and nine