|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells:
their way. But we older reputations--Experience. Maturity of
judgment. Can't do without us. Yes?"
"Well, I came here last spring and saw, an assistant I suppose
he was, or a supply,--do you call them supplies in your
profession?--named, I think--Let me see--D--?"
The doctor as he uttered this word set his face to the
unaccustomed exercise of expressing malignity. His round blue
eyes sought to blaze, small cherubic muscles exerted themselves
to pucker his brows. His colour became a violent pink. "Lunatic!"
he said. "Dangerous Lunatic! He didn't do anything--anything
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
with a glance over her shoulder, placed two butter pats. The
mistress yet slept, but in the kitchen Katrina had a keen eye for
butter--and a hard heart.
Katrina came to the door.
"The hot water is ready," she announced. "And the coffee also.
Hast thou been to mass?"
"That is a lie." This quite on general principle, it being one of
the cook's small tyrannies to exact religious observance from her
underling, and one of Olga's Sunday morning's indulgences to
oversleep and avoid the mass. Olga took the accusation meekly and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
had he any mother."
Ah, but this was the mighty argument! Naught
could the girl say to justify so heinous a crime as low
birth. What a man did in those rough cruel days might
be forgotten and forgiven but the sins of his mother or
his grandfather in not being of noble blood, no matter
howsoever wickedly attained, he might never overcome
or live down.
Torn by conflicting emotions the poor girl dragged
herself to her own apartment and there upon a restless,
sleepless couch, beset by wild, impossible hopes, and
The Outlaw of Torn