|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry:
"'Reckon I'll be going to bed,' says he; 'it's about my time. St.
Louis is a kind of quiet place, ain't it?'
"'Oh, yes,' says I; 'ever since the railroads ran in here the town's
been practically ruined. And the building-and-loan associations and
the fair have about killed it. Guess we might as well go to bed. Wait
till you see Chicago, though. Shall we get tickets for the Big Breeze
"'Mought as well,' says Solly. 'I reckon all these towns are about
"Well, maybe the wise cicerone and personal conductor didn't fall hard
in Chicago! Loolooville-on-the-Lake is supposed to have one or two
Heart of the West
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James:
incalculability; since he HAD supposed himself, from decade to
decade, to be allowing, and in the most liberal and intelligent
manner, for brilliancy of change. He actually saw that he had
allowed for nothing; he missed what he would have been sure of
finding, he found what he would never have imagined. Proportions
and values were upside-down; the ugly things he had expected, the
ugly things of his far-away youth, when he had too promptly waked
up to a sense of the ugly - these uncanny phenomena placed him
rather, as it happened, under the charm; whereas the "swagger"
things, the modern, the monstrous, the famous things, those he had
more particularly, like thousands of ingenuous enquirers every
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Phantasmagoria and Other Poems by Lewis Carroll:
"The man that smokes - that reads the TIMES -
That goes to Christmas Pantomimes -
Is capable of ANY crimes!"
He felt it was his turn to speak,
And, with a shamed and crimson cheek,
Moaned "This is harder than Bezique!"
But when she asked him "Wherefore so?"
He felt his very whiskers glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know."
While, like broad waves of golden grain,
Or sunlit hues on cloistered pane,