|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
whistled by at the tither, and the fell auld lord took the Whig
such a swauk wi' his broadsword that he made twa pieces o' his
head, and down fell the lurdance wi' a' his bouk abune me."
"You were rather obliged to the old lord, I think," said
"Was I? my sartie! first for bringing me into jeopardy, would I
nould I, and then for whomling a chield on the tap o' me that
dang the very wind out of my body? I hae been short-
breathed ever since, and canna gang twenty yards without peghing
like a miller's aiver."
"You lost, then, your place as trumpeter?" said Ravenswood.
The Bride of Lammermoor
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris:
In the course of the evening, Arissa happened to remark, "I wish
they had apricots on the menu here. You know, I really love them.
I could eat them by the ton."
To which Sir Percival: "Why, Arissa, my dove, I own an orchard of
To which Arissa: "Really? Oh, Perce." When she pronounced his name,
the young maiden sighed and a glisten appeared in one or both eyes.
Well, from here the story gets pretty mushy, so we'd better make it
short. This delightful couple soon held hands; they discovered anon
that their lips fit together pretty well, Arissa's ten years' worth
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac:
but a very short distance from her own house, but within that space
was the ravine. She remembered the declivities by which she had come,
and wondered if there were not more risk in attempting to return to
Fougeres than in following out the purpose which had brought her. She
reflected that the marquis's glove would surely protect her from the
Chouans, and that Madame du Gua was the only enemy to be really
feared. With this idea in her mind, Marie clasped her dagger, and
tried to find the way to a country house the roofs of which she had
noticed as she climbed Saint-Sulpice; but she walked slowly, for she
suddenly became aware of the majestic solemnity which oppresses a
solitary being in the night time in the midst of wild scenery, where