|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The School For Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan:
LADY TEAZLE. What, the fat dowager who was at Mrs. Codrille's
[Quadrille's] last Night?
LADY SNEERWELL. Nay--her bulk is her misfortune and when she takes
such Pains to get rid of it you ought not to reflect on her.
MRS. CANDOUR. 'Tis very true, indeed.
LADY TEAZLE. Yes, I know she almost lives on acids and small whey--
laces herself by pulleys and often in the hottest noon of summer
you may see her on a little squat Pony, with her hair plaited up
behind like a Drummer's and puffing round the Ring on a full trot.
MRS. CANDOUR. I thank you Lady Teazle for defending her.
SIR PETER. Yes, a good Defence, truly!
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad:
you come? Why did you leave me yesterday? You leave me crying - I
who haven't cried for years and years, and you haven't the sense to
come back within the hour, within twenty hours! This conduct is
idiotic" - and a sprawling signature of the four magic letters at
While I was putting the letter in my pocket the girl said in an
earnest undertone: "I don't like to leave Madame by herself for
any length of time."
"How long have you been in my room?" I asked.
"The time seemed long. I hope Monsieur won't mind the liberty. I
sat for a little in the hall but then it struck me I might be seen.
The Arrow of Gold
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
men ain't got the guts to go in after him."
"He's got your gun, sir," spoke up Wison, "an' Gawd
knows he be the one as'ud on'y be too glad for the chanct to
"Let me see if I can't handle him, sir," said Theriere to
Skipper Simms. "We don't want to lose any men if we can
The skipper was only too glad to welcome this unexpected
rescue from the predicament in which he had placed himself.
How Theriere was to accomplish the subjugation of the mutinous
sailor he could not guess, nor did he care so long as it