|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
She tried to interrupt him but he went on till she actually clapped
her hand on his mouth. He rolled his eyes a bit but when she took
her hand away he remained silent.
"Wait. I must tell you . . . And first of all, papa, understand
this, for everything's in that: he is the most generous man in the
world. He is . . . "
De Barral very still in his corner uttered with an effort "You are
in love with him."
"Papa! He came to me. I was thinking of you. I had no eyes for
anybody. I could no longer bear to think of you. It was then that
he came. Only then. At that time when--when I was going to give
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac:
"What are you waiting for? Let us put off!" they cried.
Just at that moment a man appeared a few paces from the jetty, to the
surprise of the skipper, who had heard no sound of footsteps. The
traveler seemed to have sprung up from the earth, like a peasant who
had laid himself down on the ground to wait till the boat should
start, and had slept till the sound of the horn awakened him. Was he a
thief? or some one belonging to the custom-house or the police?
As soon as the man appeared on the jetty to which the boat was moored,
seven persons who were standing in the stern of the shallop hastened
to sit down on the benches, so as to leave no room for the newcomer.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy:
drinking and treating my wife, and no one else."
"Yes, yes," said Nekhludoff, not knowing what to say.
"True, sir. My wife is a steady woman. I am satisfied with my
wife, because she can feel for me. Is it right what I'm saying,
"There you are, take it, I don't want any more," said the wife,
returning the bottle to him. "And what are you jawing for like
that?" she added.
"There now! She's good--that good; and suddenly she'll begin
squeaking like a wheel that's not greased. Mavra, is it right
what I'm saying?"