| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: and drew her towards him--like a bar of iron across her back--that arm.
"Leave me alone! I tell you. Don't be mean! I didn't want this to happen
when you came into my room. How dare you?"
"Well, kiss me and I'll go!"
It was too idiotic--dodging that stupid, smiling face.
"I won't kiss you!--you brute!--I won't!" Somehow she slipped out of his
arms and ran to the wall--stood back against it--breathing quickly.
"Get out!" she stammered. "Go on now, clear out!"
At that moment, when he was not touching her, she quite enjoyed herself.
She thrilled at her own angry voice. "To think I should talk to a man like
that!" An angry flush spread over his face--his lips curled back, showing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine: father."
But how could that be? She had always understood that both the
parents of James were dead. The lawyer had denied knowing the man
whose life he had saved. And yet she had been sure of the words
and of a furtive, frightened look on the face of James. According
to the story of the _Herald_ the father of Jefferson, a former
convict, was named Robert. But once, when she had made some
allusion to it Captain Chunn had exploded into vigorous denial. It
was a puzzle the meaning of which she could not guess.
"He has several times mentioned his wish to thank you for your
kindness," Jeff mentioned.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: pianos, and they dined together. Babbitt was filled with friendliness and
well-being. He enjoyed the gorgeousness of the dining-room: the chandeliers,
the looped brocade curtains, the portraits of French kings against panels of
gilded oak. He enjoyed the crowd: pretty women, good solid fellows who were
"liberal spenders."
He gasped. He stared, and turned away, and stared again. Three tables off,
with a doubtful sort of woman, a woman at once coy and withered, was Paul
Riesling, and Paul was supposed to be in Akron, selling tar-roofing. The woman
was tapping his hand, mooning at him and giggling. Babbitt felt that he had
encountered something involved and harmful. Paul was talking with the rapt
eagerness of a man who is telling his troubles. He was concentrated on the
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