|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe:
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens:
their mirthful mood to see him flitting to and fro like an uneasy
ghost. At last the guests departed, one and all; and then the
house was close shut up, and became as dull and silent as the rest.
His wanderings brought him at one time to the city jail. Instead
of hastening from it as a place of ill omen, and one he had cause
to shun, he sat down on some steps hard by, and resting his chin
upon his hand, gazed upon its rough and frowning walls as though
even they became a refuge in his jaded eyes. He paced it round and
round, came back to the same spot, and sat down again. He did this
often, and once, with a hasty movement, crossed to where some men
were watching in the prison lodge, and had his foot upon the steps
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie:
Poirot. "Dr. Bauerstein, now, what was *HE doing up and dressed
at that hour in the morning? It is astonishing to me that no one
commented on the fact."
"He has insomnia, I believe," I said doubtfully.
"Which is a very good, or a very bad explanation," remarked
Poirot. "It covers everything, and explains nothing. I shall
keep my eye on our clever Dr. Bauerstein."
"Any more faults to find with the evidence?" I inquired
"Mon ami," replied Poirot gravely, "when you find that people are
not telling you the truth--look out! Now, unless I am much
The Mysterious Affair at Styles