|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain:
I said, presently:
"There is a hitch about this sunrise somewhere.
It doesn't seem to go. What do you reckon is the matter
"I don't know. It appears to hang fire somewhere.
I never saw a sunrise act like that before. Can it be
that the hotel is playing anything on us?"
"Of course not. The hotel merely has a property interest
in the sun, it has nothing to do with the management of it.
It is a precarious kind of property, too; a succession
of total eclipses would probably ruin this tavern.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov:
"I will tell you the whole truth," I answered.
"I will not justify myself, nor explain my ac-
tions: I do not love you."
Her lips grew slightly pale.
"Leave me," she said, in a scarcely audible
I shrugged my shoulders, turned round, and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis:
hair was ice-smooth, pasted back without parting. When he went to school he
would add a cap with a long vizor like a shovel-blade. Proudest of all was his
waistcoat, saved for, begged for, plotted for; a real Fancy Vest of fawn with
polka dots of a decayed red, the points astoundingly long. On the lower edge
of it he wore a high-school button, a class button, and a fraternity pin.
And none of it mattered. He was supple and swift and flushed; his eyes (which
he believed to be cynical) were candidly eager. But he was not over-gentle. He
waved his hand at poor dumpy Verona and drawled: "Yes, I guess we're pretty
ridiculous and disgusticulus, and I rather guess our new necktie is some
Babbitt barked: "It is! And while you're admiring yourself, let me tell you