|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
"Mr. Powell challenged my powers of wonder at this internal
phenomenon," went on Marlow after a slight pause. "But even if they
had not been fully engaged, together with all my powers of attention
in following the facts of the case, I would not have been astonished
by his statements about himself. Taking into consideration his
youth they were by no means incredible; or, at any rate, they were
the least incredible part of the whole. They were also the least
interesting part. The interest was elsewhere, and there of course
all he could do was to look at the surface. The inwardness of what
was passing before his eyes was hidden from him, who had looked on,
more impenetrably than from me who at a distance of years was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Three Taverns by Edwin Arlington Robinson:
When you see me standing helpless on a plank above a whirlpool,
Do I drown, or do I hear you when you say it? Make believe?
How much more am I to say or do for you before I tell you
That I met him! What's to follow now may be for you to choose.
Do you hear me? Won't you listen? It's an easy thing to listen. . . ."
"And it's easy to be crazy when there's everything to lose."
"If at last you have a notion that I mean what I am saying,
Do I seem to tell you nothing when I tell you I shall try?
If you save me, and I lose him -- I don't know -- it won't much matter.
I dare say that I've lied enough, but now I do not lie."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott:
that no man ever knew Richard Browne dishonour the sword he
wears; but in these horrible circumstances, under the eyes, and,
as it seemed, almost in the grasp of an incarnation of an evil
spirit, all firmness forsook me, all manhood melted from me like
wax in the furnace, and I felt my hair individually bristle. The
current of my life-blood ceased to flow, and I sank back in a
swoon, as very a victim to panic terror as ever was a village
girl, or a child of ten years old. How long I lay in this
condition I cannot pretend to guess.
"But I was roused by the castle clock striking one, so loud that
it seemed as if it were in the very room. It was some time