|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac:
take the letter, with the traces of tears that still seemed hot upon
it! Here was proof of the truth of his story. Marcas, a shy man enough
with women, was in ecstacies over a second which he read in his corner
before lighting his pipe with it.
" 'Why, any woman in love will write that sort of thing!' cried La
Palferine. 'Love gives all women intelligence and style, which proves
that here in France style proceeds from the matter and not from the
words. See now how well this is thought out, how clear-headed
sentiment is'--and with that he reads us another letter, far superior
to the artificial and labored productions which we novelists write.
"One day poor Claudine heard that La Palferine was in a critical
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
the absence of my father I'm mistress here. I'll not permit you
Lawson appeared to come out of his astonishment. He stepped
"Ray, don't be bothered now," he said, to his cousin. "This
fellow's making a bluff. I'll settle him. See here, Mister, you
"I want Snecker. He's here, and I'm going to get him," replied
"Bah! That's all a bluff," sneered Lawson. "I'm on to your
game. You just wanted an excuse to break in here--to see my
The Lone Star Ranger
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot:
"Yes, Joshua, thank you. You see how blooming my mother looks.
She beats us younger people hollow. But what's the matter?"
"Why, sir, I had to come to Brox'on to deliver some work, and I
thought it but right to call and let you know the goins-on as
there's been i' the village, such as I hanna seen i' my time, and
I've lived in it man and boy sixty year come St. Thomas, and
collected th' Easter dues for Mr. Blick before Your Reverence come
into the parish, and been at the ringin' o' every bell, and the
diggin' o' every grave, and sung i' the choir long afore Bartle
Massey come from nobody knows where, wi' his counter-singin' and
fine anthems, as puts everybody out but himself--one takin' it up