|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
God hateth the bloodthirsty man; he who striketh with the sword
shall perish with the sword."
"Do you take me for a dog, sir" said Colonel Ashton, turning
fiercely upon him, "or something more brutally stupid, to endure
this insult in my father's house? Let me go, Bucklaw! He shall
account to me, or, by Heavens, I will stab him where he stands!"
"You shall not touch him here," said Bucklaw; "he once gave me
my life, and were he the devil come to fly away with the whole
house and generation, he shall have nothing but fair play."
The passions of the two young men thus counteracting each other
gave Ravenswood leisure to exclaim, in a stern and steady voice:
The Bride of Lammermoor
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan:
mad conclusion that he wanted Dora. I did not pause to inquire why
he should ask her of me. It had seemed for a long time eminently
proper that anybody who wanted Dora should ask her of me. The
application was impossible, but applications nearly always were
impossible. Nobody knew that better than the Secretary to the
Government of India in the Home Department.
I squared my shoulders and we got through the soup. It was
necessary to apologize for the fish. 'I suppose one must remember,'
I said, 'that it has to climb six thousand feet,' when suddenly he
'Sir William Lamb tells me,' he said, and stopped to swallow some
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:
the hateful pigtail. "Alfred would leave me."
Aggie shrugged her shoulders.
"If you're going to make a perfect fright of me," pouted Zoie, "I
just won't see him."
"He isn't coming to see YOU," reminded Aggie. "He's coming to
see the baby."
"If Jimmy doesn't come soon, I'll not HAVE any baby," answered
"Get into bed," said Aggie, and she proceeded to turn down the
soft lace coverlets.
"Where did I put my cap?" asked Zoie. Her eyes caught the small