|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells:
uproar was ever so certain of the inevitable ultimate peace.
From being treated as an amiable dreamer he came by insensible
degrees to be regarded as an extravagant possibility. Then he
began to seem even practicable. The people who listened to him in
1958 with a smiling impatience, were eager before 1959 was four
months old to know just exactly what he thought might be done.
He answered with the patience of a philosopher and the lucidity
of a Frenchman. He began to receive responses of a more and more
hopeful type. He came across the Atlantic to Italy, and there he
gathered in the promises for this congress. He chose those high
meadows above Brissago for the reasons we have stated. 'We must
The Last War: A World Set Free
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James:
"You know that document that you were to send to Germany," he said.
"You called it your 'renunciation.' Did you ever send it?"
Madame Munster's eyes expanded; she looked very grave.
"What a singular answer to my question!"
"Oh, it is n't an answer," said Acton. "I have wished to ask you,
many times. I thought it probable you would tell me yourself.
The question, on my part, seems abrupt now; but it would be abrupt
at any time."
The Baroness was silent a moment; and then, "I think I have told
you too much!" she said.
This declaration appeared to Acton to have a certain force;
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the Doctor's ear; another descended on the bare foot of Aline, who
instantly made night hideous with her shrieks.
By this time the hamlet was alarmed, lights flashed from the
windows, hails reached the party, and the Doctor answered, nobly
contending against Aline and the tempest. But this prospect of
help only awakened Anastasie to a more active stage of terror.
'Henri, people will be coming,' she screamed in her husband's ear.
'I trust so,' he replied.
'They cannot. I would rather die,' she wailed.
'My dear,' said the Doctor reprovingly, 'you are excited. I gave
you some clothes. What have you done with them?'