|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister:
why I had during my boyhood been so periodically sent to see a cross old
brother of my mother's, who lived near Cold Spring on the Hudson, and
whom we called Uncle Snaggletooth when no one could hear us. Uncle
Godfrey (for I have called him by his right name ever since) died and left
me what in those old days six years ago was still a large amount. To-day
we understand what true riches mean. But in those bygone times six years
ago, a million dollars was a sum considerable enough to be still seen, as
it were, with the naked eye. That was my bequest from Uncle Godfrey, and
I felt myself to be the possessor of a fortune."
At this point in Richard's narrative, a sigh escaped from Ethel.
"I know," he immediately said, "that money is always welcome. But it is
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad:
have stayed much more than half an hour with them anyway, but still
I would have liked to get over the old doorstep. I am certain that
Therese persuaded my uncle to go out and meet me at the bottom of
the hill. I saw the old man a long way off and I understood how it
was. I dismounted at once and met him on foot. We had half an
hour together walking up and down the road. He is a peasant
priest, he didn't know how to treat me. And of course I was
uncomfortable, too. There wasn't a single goat about to keep me in
countenance. I ought to have embraced him. I was always fond of
the stern, simple old man. But he drew himself up when I
approached him and actually took off his hat to me. So simple as
The Arrow of Gold
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis:
August, she wore a man's cap, a skinny fur like a dead cat,
a necklace of imitation pearls, a scabrous satin blouse, and a
thick cloth skirt hiked up in front.
"Come in. Sit down. Stick the baby in that rocker. Hope
you don't mind the house looking like a rat's nest. You don't
like this town. Neither do I," said Mrs. Flickerbaugh.
"Course you don't!"
"Well then, I don't! But I'm sure that some day I'll find
some solution. Probably I'm a hexagonal peg. Solution: find
the hexagonal hole." Carol was very brisk.