|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
'One does one's best.'
'Ay!' He sighed, with a twist of a smile.
She slipped over to him, and into his arms, as he sat there before the
'Forget then!' she whispered. 'Forget!'
He held her close, in the running warmth of the fire. The flame itself
was like a forgetting. And her soft, warm, ripe weight! Slowly his
blood turned, and began to ebb back into strength and reckless vigour
'And perhaps the women REALLY wanted to be there and love you properly,
only perhaps they couldn't. Perhaps it wasn't all their fault,' she
Lady Chatterley's Lover
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
he asked. "And what is that?" He pointed first at my rifle
and then to my pistol.
"They are weapons," I replied, "weapons which kill at a
great distance." I pointed to the women in the pool beneath us.
"With this," I said, tapping my pistol, "I could kill as many
of those women as I cared to, without moving a step from where
we now stand."
He looked his incredulity, but I went on. "And with this"--I
weighed my rifle at the balance in the palm of my right
hand--"I could slay one of those distant warriors." And I waved
my left hand toward the tiny figures of the hunters far to the north.
The People That Time Forgot
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson:
strange. A communication, did you say? Oh! it is an odd dream.
It will make a story to amuse our friends.' - 'I am not so sure,'
says the count. 'I am sensible of some reluctancy. Let us rather
forget it.' - 'By all means,' says the baron. And (in fact) the
dream was not again referred to. Some days after, the count
proposed a ride in the fields, which the baron (since they were
daily growing faster friends) very readily accepted. On the way
back to Rome, the count led them insensibly by a particular route.
Presently he reined in his horse, clapped his hand before his eyes,
and cried out aloud. Then he showed his face again (which was now
quite white, for he was a consummate actor), and stared upon the