|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
figure in a broad-striped bathing suit flung down the paddock, cleared the
stile, rushed through the tussock grass into the hollow, staggered up the
sandy hillock, and raced for dear life over the big porous stones, over the
cold, wet pebbles, on to the hard sand that gleamed like oil. Splish-
Splosh! Splish-Splosh! The water bubbled round his legs as Stanley
Burnell waded out exulting. First man in as usual! He'd beaten them all
again. And he swooped down to souse his head and neck.
"Hail, brother! All hail, Thou Mighty One!" A velvety bass voice came
booming over the water.
Great Scott! Damnation take it! Stanley lifted up to see a dark head
bobbing far out and an arm lifted. It was Jonathan Trout--there before
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine:
again. "Something's happened to me to-day. It won't change me.
I've gone too far for that. But some morning when you read in the
papers that Wolf Leroy died with his boots on and everybody in
sight registers his opinion of the deceased you'll remember one
thing. He wasn't a wolf to you--not at the last."
"I'll not forget," she said, and the quick tears were in her
York Neil came toward them from the house. It was plain from his
manner he had a joke up his sleeve.
"You're wanted, Phil," he announced.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad:
had an invitation to lunch on board. The duchess her-
self lunched with them. A big woman with a red face.
Complexion quite sunburnt. He should think ruined.
Very gracious manners. They were going on to
Japan. . . .
He ejaculated these details for Captain Whalley's edi-
fication, pausing to blow out his cheeks as if with a
pent-up sense of importance, and repeatedly protruding
his thick lips till the blunt crimson end of his nose seemed
to dip into the milk of his mustache. The place ran
itself; it was fit for any lord; it gave no trouble except
End of the Tether