|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot:
My self-possession flares up for a second;
This is as I had reckoned.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!)
Why we have not developed into friends."
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his expression in a glass.
My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely! I myself can hardly understand.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
The Boer-woman wiped the moisture from her mouth with the palm of her hand.
The German turned to Bonaparte, who still stood on the step absorbed in the
beauty of the sunset.
"Do not address me; do not approach me, lost man," said Bonaparte, not
moving his eye nor lowering his chin. "There is a crime from which all
nature revolts; there is a crime whose name is loathsome to the human ear--
that crime is yours; that crime is ingratitude. This woman has been your
benefactress; on her farm you have lived; after her sheep you have looked;
into her house you have been allowed to enter and hold Divine service--an
honour of which you were never worthy; and how have you rewarded her?--
basely, basely, basely!"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James:
his past when the sound of it had reduced him to temporary
confusion, and the present, for some reason, suddenly became such
another. It was nevertheless no light matter that the very effect
of his confusion should be to make him again prevaricate. "That
description hardly does justice to a man to whom it has done such a
lot of good to see YOU."
Waymarsh fixed on his washing-stand the silent detached stare with
which Milrose in person, as it were, might have marked the
unexpectedness of a compliment from Woollett, and Strether for his
part, felt once more like Woollett in person. "I mean," his friend
presently continued, "that your appearance isn't as bad as I've