|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:
that's enough for one small woman to be thankful for. I thought I knew, but I
really did not know till to-day, how much you meant to me. I could hear only
the plunging and struggle in the thicket. I could not see you, nor know how it
went with you."
"My thoughts were of you," Chris answered, and felt the responsive pressure of
the hand that rested on his arm.
She turned her face up to his and met his lips.
"Good night," she said.
"Dear Lute, dear Lute," he caressed her with his voice as she moved away among
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie:
in the bolt of the communicating door between that room and the
adjoining one occupied by Mademoiselle Cynthia. I handed the
fragment over to the police who did not consider it of much
importance. Nor did they recognize it for what it was--a piece
torn from a green land armlet."
There was a little stir of excitement.
"Now there was only one person at Styles who worked on the
land--Mrs. Cavendish. Therefore it must have been Mrs. Cavendish
who entered the deceased's room through the door communicating
with Mademoiselle Cynthia's room."
"But that door was bolted on the inside!" I cried.
The Mysterious Affair at Styles
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne:
bottle, still champagne's exc'lent thing carpet--point is, is
valuable uncle dead--an'--bury?'
Morris sprang from his seat. 'What's that you say?' he gasped.
'I say it's exc'lent thing carpet,' replied Michael, rising.
'Exc'lent thing promote healthy action of the skin. Well, it's
all one, anyway. Give my love to Uncle Champagne.'
'You're not going away?' said Morris.
'Awf'ly sorry, ole man. Got to sit up sick friend,' said the
'You shall not go till you have explained your hints,' returned
Morris fiercely. 'What do you mean? What brought you here?'