|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare:
return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my
jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply
place for your labour.
'Your (wife, so I would say) affectionate servant,
O indistinguish'd space of woman's will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
them. It was only half past ten, and it seemed to him he had been sitting
here ten hours at the least.
After a while he threw two more large logs on the fire, and took the flask
out of his pocket. He examined it carefully by the firelight to see how
much it held: then he took a small draught, and examined it again to see
how much it had fallen; and put it back in his breast pocket.
Then Trooper Peter Halket fell to thinking.
It was not often that he thought. On patrol and sitting round camp fires
with the other men about him there was no time for it; and Peter Halket had
never been given to much thinking. He had been a careless boy at the
village school; and though, when he left, his mother paid the village
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
you'd better put stained glass in that window of yours."
As we turned the corner I glanced back. Half a block behind us
Johnson was moving our way slowly. When he saw me he stopped and
proceeded with great deliberation to light a cigar. By hurrying,
however, he caught the car that we took, and stood unobtrusively
on the rear platform. He looked fagged, and absent-mindedly paid
our fares, to McKnight's delight.
"We will give him a run for his money," he declared, as the car
moved countryward. "Conductor, let us off at the muddiest lane
you can find."
At one o'clock, after a six-mile ramble, we entered a small country
The Man in Lower Ten