|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London:
soon be hitting through the chilly hours. He felt he ought to be
angry with Freda for the scene she had created, but somehow he
didn't feel a bit wrathful. Like as not there wouldn't have been
any scene if it hadn't been for that McFee woman. If he were the
Governor, he would put a poll tax of a hundred ounces a quarter
upon her and her kind and all gospel sharks and sky pilots. And
certainly Freda had behaved very ladylike, held her own with Mrs.
Eppingwell besides. Never gave the girl credit for the grit. He
looked lingeringly over her, coming back now and again to the
eyes, behind the deep earnestness of which he could not guess lay
concealed a deeper sneer. And, Jove, wasn't she well put up!
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson:
figurative circumstance, in the midst of a country gagged and swaddled
It was a current remark that the Elliotts were "guid and bad, like
sanguishes"; and certainly there was a curious distinction, the men of
business coming alternately with the dreamers. The second brother, Gib,
was a weaver by trade, had gone out early into the world to Edinburgh,
and come home again with his wings singed. There was an exaltation in
his nature which had led him to embrace with enthusiasm the principles
of the French Revolution, and had ended by bringing him under the hawse
of my Lord Hermiston in that furious onslaught of his upon the Liberals,
which sent Muir and Palmer into exile and dashed the party into chaff.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde:
who are known to have the most admirable husbands in London.
MRS. MARCHMONT. That is exactly what we can't stand. My Reginald is
quite hopelessly faultless. He is really unendurably so, at times!
There is not the smallest element of excitement in knowing him.
LORD GORING. How terrible! Really, the thing should be more widely
LADY BASILDON. Basildon is quite as bad; he is as domestic as if he
was a bachelor.
MRS. MARCHMONT. [Pressing LADY BASILDON'S hand.] My poor Olivia!
We have married perfect husbands, and we are well punished for it.
LORD GORING. I should have thought it was the husbands who were