|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis:
"Well, upon my word--"
"You hate 'strange people' as you call 'em. If you had your way, I'd be as
much of an old stick-in-the-mud as Howard Littlefield. You never want to have
anybody with any git to 'em at the house; you want a bunch of old stiffs that
sit around and gas about the weather. You're doing your level best to make me
old. Well, let me tell you, I'm not going to have--"
Overwhelmed she bent to his unprecedented tirade, and in answer she mourned:
"Oh, dearest, I don't think that's true. I don't mean to make you old, I
know. Perhaps you're partly right. Perhaps I am slow about getting acquainted
with new people. But when you think of all the dear good times we have, and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
castle of your father, Simon de Montfort, in Leicester.
Provided," he added, "that you will welcome me there."
"I shall always welcome you, wherever I may be,
Roger de Conde," replied the girl.
"Remember that promise," he said smiling. "Some
day you may be glad to repudiate it."
"Never," she insisted, and a light that shone in her
eyes as she said it would have meant much to a man
better versed in the ways of women than was Norman
"I hope not," he said gravely. "I cannot tell you,
The Outlaw of Torn
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley:
unnatural hideousness of my person was the chief object of horror
with those who had formerly beheld me. My voice, although harsh,
had nothing terrible in it; I thought, therefore, that if in the absence
of his children I could gain the good will and mediation of the old De Lacey,
I might by his means be tolerated by my younger protectors.
"One day, when the sun shone on the red leaves that strewed the
ground and diffused cheerfulness, although it denied warmth, Safie,
Agatha, and Felix departed on a long country walk, and the old man,
at his own desire, was left alone in the cottage. When his children
had departed, he took up his guitar and played several mournful
but sweet airs, more sweet and mournful than I had ever heard him