|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad:
in the inkwell of his writing desk--had exercised him infinitely.
The ship within the islands was much more easily accounted for;
and just as we were about to rise from table he made his pronouncement.
She was, he doubted not, a ship from home lately arrived. Probably she
drew too much water to cross the bar except at the top of spring tides.
Therefore she went into that natural harbor to wait for a few days
in preference to remaining in an open roadstead.
"That's so," confirmed the second mate, suddenly, in his
slightly hoarse voice. "She draws over twenty feet.
She's the Liverpool ship Sephora with a cargo of coal.
Hundred and twenty-three days from Cardiff."
The Secret Sharer
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac:
forsooth, must go out; when I want to go out, she wants me to stop at
home; and she spouts out arguments and accusations and reasoning and
talks and talks till she drives you crazy. Right means any whim that
they happen to take into their heads, and wrong means our notion.
Overwhelm them with something that cuts their arguments to pieces--
they hold their tongues and look at you as if you were a dead dog. My
happiness indeed! I lead the life of a yard-dog; I am a perfect slave.
The little happiness that I have with her costs me dear. Confound it
all. I will leave her everything and take myself off to a garret. Yes,
a garret and liberty. I have not dared to have my own way once in
these five years.'
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:
Wife. O where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray
Ben. Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
That West-ward rooteth from this City side:
So earely walking did I see your Sonne:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
And stole into the couert of the wood,
I measuring his affections by my owne,
Romeo and Juliet