|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells:
She stopped. He remained listening attentively.
"You have been very kind to me," she said.
"I would give my life for you."
Her heart had warmed toward him. It had seemed to her that life
might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about
her. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as
realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as
chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing
with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive
being. She twanged the catgut under her fingers.
"It seems so unfair," she said, "to take all you offer me and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris:
"As you see," she answered.
As he talked, Presley was looking at her intently. Her dignity
was a new element in her character and the certain slender effect
of her figure, emphasised now by the long folds of the black gown
she wore, carried it almost superbly. She conveyed something of
the impression of a queen in exile. But she had lost none of her
womanliness; rather, the contrary. Adversity had softened her,
as well as deepened her. Presley saw that very clearly. Hilma
had arrived now at her perfect maturity; she had known great love
and she had known great grief, and the woman that had awakened in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe:
check; for as the first rumour had spread not over the city only, but
into the country, it had the like effect: and the people were so tired
with being so long from London, and so eager to come back, that they
flocked to town without fear or forecast, and began to show
themselves in the streets as if all the danger was over. It was indeed
surprising to see it, for though there died still from 1000 to 1800 a
week, yet the people flocked to town as if all had been well.
The consequence of this was, that the bills increased again 400 the
very first week in November; and if I might believe the physicians,
there was above 3000 fell sick that week, most of them new-comers, too.
One John Cock, a barber in St Martin's-le-Grand, was an eminent
A Journal of the Plague Year