|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber:
through the Yom Kippur services----"
"I sha'n't?" protested Fanny passionately. "Theodore would,
but I won't."
"Wouldn't any such thing," denied Theodore. "But if I'm
going to play a violin solo during the memorial service I
guess I've got to eat my regular meals."
Theodore sometimes played at temple, on special occasions.
The little congregation, listening to the throbbing rise and
fall of this fifteen-year-old boy's violin playing,
realized, vaguely, that here was something disturbingly,
harrowingly beautiful. They did not know that they were
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson:
after us. It's a forger; and I didn't send them off on a false
scent - O no! I thought there was no use in having them over our
way; so I give them "very valuable information," Mr. Lavender said,
and tipped me a tizzy for myself; and they're off to Luton. They
showed me the 'andcuffs, too - the other one did - and he clicked
the dratted things on my wrist; and I tell you, I believe I nearly
went off in a swound! There's something so beastly in the feel of
them! Begging your pardon, Mr. Anne,' he added, with one of his
delicious changes from the character of the confidential schoolboy
into that of the trained, respectful servant.
Well, I must not be proud! I cannot say I found the subject of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James:
a previous ounce of such experience, to participate with a certain
intelligence, almost with a certain authority. He had lived his
life with his back so turned to such concerns and his face
addressed to those of so different an order that he scarce knew
what to make of this lively stir, in a compartment of his mind
never yet penetrated, of a capacity for business and a sense for
construction. These virtues, so common all round him now, had been
dormant in his own organism - where it might be said of them
perhaps that they had slept the sleep of the just. At present, in
the splendid autumn weather - the autumn at least was a pure boon
in the terrible place - he loafed about his "work" undeterred,