| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: knew, of course, that he ought to forgive; and to go in and eat
with Amyas was to perform an act of forgiveness, and for the best
of motives, too, for by it the cause of the Church might be
furthered; and acts and motives being correct, what more was
needed? So in he went; and yet he never forgot that scar upon his
cheek; and Amyas could not look him in the face but Eustace must
fancy that his eyes were on the scar, and peep up from under his
lids to see if there was any smile of triumph on that honest
visage. They talked away over the venison, guardedly enough at
first; but as they went on, Amyas's straightforward kindliness
warmed poor Eustace's frozen heart; and ere they were aware, they
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: hard, and--well, I might have been worse off, but I must say I
have seen men who seemed to me happier, though I have made the
best of things. I always did despise a flunk. But you! I heard
you had adopted a baby," he said, with a sudden glance at the
blue and white bundle in the carriage, "and I thought you were
mighty sensible. When people grow old they want young people
growing around them, staffs for old age, you know, and all that
sort of thing. Don't know but I should have adopted a boy myself
if it hadn't been for --"
The man stopped, and his face was pink. Eudora turned her face
slightly away.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: about our first day's journey, and how it had been filled with
recollections of her and of love. And she listened eagerly,
without shedding a tear, leaning her face towards me, as some
zealous doctor might lean to watch any change in a patient's
face. When she seemed to me to have opened her whole heart to
pain, to be deliberately plunging herself into misery with the
first delirious frenzy of despair, I caught at my opportunity,
and told her of the fears that troubled the poor dying man, told
her how and why it was that he had given me this fatal message.
Then her tears were dried by the fires that burned in the dark
depths within her. She grew even paler. When I drew the letters
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