|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]:
"I would like to bring Rudolph and Mabel, Patrick."
"And what should hinder, miss?"
"And I'd like to have it an all-day-at-home, say from eleven in the morning
until five in the afternoon, and not make just a little call, Patrick."
"Of course, miss, a regular long day, with your donkey put into a stall in the
barn, and yourselves and the donkey biding for the best dinner we can give
"And I'd like to have you there, Patrick, because we might not feel AT HOME
just with Mrs. Kirk."
"Well, I don't know, miss; do you suppose your Father could spare me?" and
Patrick thought a little regretfully of the dollar and a half he would insist
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton:
felt sure that he had heard what had been said of her. But what
was there that Rosedale did not hear?
"Wasn't it a soft berth?" he enquired, with an attempt at
"Too soft--one might have sunk in too deep." Lily rested one arm
on the edge of the table, and sat looking at him more intently
than she had ever looked before. An uncontrollable impulse was
urging her to put her case to this man, from whose curiosity she
had always so fiercely defended herself.
"You know Mrs. Hatch, I think? Well, perhaps you can understand
that she might make things too easy for one."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac:
all, her strange way of dressing, gave her such an extraordinary
appearance that she sometimes looked like one of those monkeys in
petticoats taken about by little Savoyards. As she was well known in
the houses connected by family which she frequented, and restricted
her social efforts to that little circle, as she liked her own home,
her singularities no longer astonished anybody; and out of doors they
were lost in the immense stir of Paris street-life, where only pretty
women are ever looked at.
Hortense's laughter was at this moment caused by a victory won over
her Cousin Lisbeth's perversity; she had just wrung from her an avowal
she had been hoping for these three years past. However secretive an