|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell:
Scarlett thought: What damnably queer people Yankees are! Those
women seemed to think that because Uncle Peter was black, he had no
ears to hear with and no feelings, as tender as their own, to be
hurt. They did not know that negroes had to be handled gently, as
though they were children, directed, praised, petted, scolded.
They didn't understand negroes or the relations between the negroes
and their former masters. Yet they had fought a war to free them.
And having freed them, they didn't want to have anything to do with
them, except to use them to terrorize Southerners. They didn't
like them, didn't trust them, didn't understand them, and yet their
constant cry was that Southerners didn't know how to get along with
Gone With the Wind
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
"And I guess Art was in it too. When I saw him four days
ago down at his own place he looked queer. I have not seen
anything pulled down so quick since I was on the Pampas
and had a mare that I was fond of go to grass all in a night.
One of those big bats that they call vampires had got at her
in the night, and what with his gorge and the vein left open,
there wasn't enough blood in her to let her stand up, and I
had to put a bullet through her as she lay. Jack, if you may
tell me without betraying confidence, Arthur was the first,
is not that so?"
As he spoke the poor fellow looked terribly anxious. He was in a torture
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare:
And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,
So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.
Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share:
She bade good night that kept my rest away;
And daff'd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.