|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather:
His nostril, long unused to it, was quick to
detect the smell of wood smoke in the air,
blended with the odor of moist spring earth
and the saltiness that came up the river with
the tide. He crossed Charles Street between
jangling street cars and shelving lumber
drays, and after a moment of uncertainty
wound into Brimmer Street. The street was
quiet, deserted, and hung with a thin bluish
haze. He had already fixed his sharp eye
upon the house which he reasoned should be
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell:
hush! She doesn't know and she--you must hush! You promised--"
"Oh, girls!" pleaded Miss Pittypat, her lips trembling.
"What don't I know?" Scarlett was on her feet, furious, facing the
coldly blazing India and the imploring Melanie.
"Guinea hens," said Archie suddenly and his voice was contemptuous.
Before anyone could rebuke him, his grizzled head went up sharply
and he rose swiftly. "Somebody comin' up the walk. 'Tain't Mr.
Wilkes neither. Cease your cackle."
There was male authority in his voice and the women stood suddenly
silent, anger fading swiftly from their faces as he stumped across
the room to the door.
Gone With the Wind
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells:
other. "Good!" we cried to each other; "good!" and Cavor made three steps
and went off to a tempting slope of snow a good twenty yards and more
beyond. I stood for a moment struck by the grotesque effect of his
soaring figure - his dirty cricket cap, and spiky hair, his little round
body, his arms and his knicker-bockered legs tucked up tightly - against
the weird spaciousness of the lunar scene. A gust of laughter seized me,
and then I stepped off to follow. Plump! I dropped beside him.
We made a few gargantuan strides, leapt three or four times more, and sat
down at last in a lichenous hollow. Our lungs were painful. We sat holding
our sides and recovering our breath, looking appreciation to one another.
Cavor panted something about "amazing sensations." And then came a thought
The First Men In The Moon