|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson:
Who made it so: the gods have always eyes
To see men scratch; and they see one down here
Who itches, manor-bitten to the bone,
Albeit he knows himself -- yes, yes, he knows --
The lord of more than England and of more
Than all the seas of England in all time
Shall ever wash. D'ye wonder that I laugh?
He sees me, and he doesn't seem to care;
And why the devil should he? I can't tell you.
I'll meet him out alone of a bright Sunday,
Trim, rather spruce, and quite the gentleman.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard:
where I believe you will find succour. Know that after disobeying
him, you must meet Oro no more lest it should be the worse for
you. If that be your will, let us start. What say you?"
She looked at me.
"I say, Yva, that I am willing to go if you come with us. Not
"I say," said Bickley, "that I want to see all this
supernatural rubbish thoroughly exploded, and that therefore I
should prefer to go on with the business."
"And I say," said Bastin, "that my most earnest desire is to be
clear of the whole thing, which wearies and perplexes me more
When the World Shook
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James:
instant the strangest of all promptings: if it could have operated
more rapidly it would have caused me to dash between them in some
such manner as to give Flora a caution. In fact as it was I think
I could have done this in time had I not been checked by a
curiosity stronger still than my impulse. There were three seconds
during which I saw the young man and yet let him come on. Didn't I
make the quick calculation that if he didn't catch what Flora was
doing I too might perhaps not catch it? She at any rate herself
took the alarm. On perceiving her companion's nearness she made,
still averted, another duck of her head and a shuffle of her hands
so precipitate that a little tin steamboat she had been holding