|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
and throw down plenty of water?"
"Well, sir," he said, touching his cap, "I'll do so if you please, sir;
but it is rather dangerous, sir, throwing down water in a horse's box;
they are very apt to take cold, sir. I should not like to do him an injury,
but I'll do it if you please, sir."
"Well," said his master, "I should not like him to take cold;
but I don't like the smell of this stable. Do you think the drains
are all right?"
"Well, sir, now you mention it, I think the drain does sometimes
send back a smell; there may be something wrong, sir."
"Then send for the bricklayer and have it seen to," said his master.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy:
professing to be ill, so as to see no one, he went away to the
He spent the summer at his village arranging his affairs. When
summer was over he did not return to Petersburg, but entered a
monastery and there became a monk.
His mother wrote to try to dissuade him from this decisive step,
but he replied that he felt God's call which transcended all
other considerations. Only his sister, who was as proud and
ambitious as he, understood him.
She understood that he had become a monk in order to be above
those who considered themselves his superiors. And she understood
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Symposium by Xenophon:
Nic. Heavens! you have good reason to be proud; with me it is just the
opposite. When any of my friends are doing well, they take good care
to turn their backs on me, but if ever it goes ill with them, they
claim relationship by birth, and will not let their long-lost
cousin out of sight.
 Or, "they take good care to get out of my way," "they hold aloof
from me entirely."
 Or, "produce the family-pedigree and claim me for a cousin." Cf.
Lucian v., "Tim." 49; Ter. "Phorm." ii. 33, 45.
Charm. Well, well! and you, sir (turning to the Syracusan), what do
you pride yourself upon? No doubt, upon the boy?