| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: hens in her hand. They would not eat it. Only one hen pecked at her
hand with a fierce little jab, so Connie was frightened. But she was
pining to give them something, the brooding mothers who neither fed
themselves nor drank. She brought water in a little tin, and was
delighted when one of the hens drank.
Now she came every day to the hens, they were the only things in the
world that warmed her heart. Clifford's protestations made her go cold
from head to foot. Mrs Bolton's voice made her go cold, and the sound
of the business men who came. An occasional letter from Michaelis
affected her with the same sense of chill. She felt she would surely
die if it lasted much longer.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: his head a little at the lines, for he was a man of books, and he had
not drunk with the rest.
David went out into the village street, where the night air drove the
wine vapour from his head. And then he remembered that he and Yvonne
had quarrelled that day, and that he had resolved to leave his home
that night to seek fame and honour in the great world outside.
"When my poems are on every man's tongue," he told himself, in a fine
exhilaration, "she will, perhaps, think of the hard words she spoke
this day."
Except the roisterers in the tavern, the village folk were abed. David
crept softly into his room in the shed of his father's cottage and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: May do you good, and if you like of it.
Our Secretary at Antwerp, sir, is dead,
And the Merchants there hath sent to me,
For to provide a man fit for the place:
Now I do know none fitter than your self,
If with your liking it stand, master Cromwell.
CROMWELL.
With all my heart, sir, and I much am bound,
In love and duty for your kindness shown.
OLD CROMWELL.
Body of me, Tom, make haste, least some body
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