|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes:
worship that she kissed your hands, and that she had a greater
desire to see you than to write to you; and that therefore she
entreated and commanded you, on sight of this present, to come out
of these thickets, and to have done with carrying on absurdities,
and to set out at once for El Toboso, unless something else of greater
importance should happen, for she had a great desire to see your
worship. She laughed greatly when I told her how your worship was
called The Knight of the Rueful Countenance; I asked her if that
Biscayan the other day had been there; and she told me he had, and
that he was an honest fellow; I asked her too about the galley slaves,
but she said she had not seen any as yet."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain:
most celebrated in the whole Uni--"] "Oh, Edward" (beginning to
sob), "we are so poor!--but--but--do as you think best--do as you
Edward fell--that is, he sat still; sat with a conscience which was
not satisfied, but which was overpowered by circumstances.
Meantime a stranger, who looked like an amateur detective gotten up
as an impossible English earl, had been watching the evening's
proceedings with manifest interest, and with a contented expression
in his face; and he had been privately commenting to himself. He
was now soliloquising somewhat like this: 'None of the Eighteen are
bidding; that is not satisfactory; I must change that--the dramatic
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James:
it sounded exactly as if an acceptance were to follow.
Of course I might go away without writing a word, but that would
be brutal and my idea was still to exclude brutal solutions.
As my confusion cooled I was lost in wonder at the importance I
had attached to Miss Bordereau's crumpled scraps; the thought
of them became odious to me, and I was as vexed with the old
witch for the superstition that had prevented her from destroying
them as I was with myself for having already spent more money
than I could afford in attempting to control their fate.
I forget what I did, where I went after leaving the Lido
and at what hour or with what recovery of composure I made