|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:
The rest was easy. Gafferson, knowing Lord Plowden's
relation to the Company, had shown him Tavender's letter.
Lord Plowden, meditating upon it, had seen a way to be
nasty--and had vindictively plunged into it. He had brought
Tavender from Mexico to London, to use him as a weapon.
All this was as obvious as the nose on one's face.
But a weapon for what? Thorpe, as this question put
itself in his mind, halted before a shop-window full
of soft-hued silk fabrics, to muse upon an answer.
The delicate tints and surfaces of what was before his eyes
seemed somehow to connect themselves with the subject.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
as fast as I could rush, turned a corner and came full in sight.
But it was in sight of nothing now--my visitor had vanished.
I stopped, I almost dropped, with the real relief of this;
but I took in the whole scene--I gave him time to reappear.
I call it time, but how long was it? I can't speak
to the purpose today of the duration of these things.
That kind of measure must have left me: they couldn't
have lasted as they actually appeared to me to last.
The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it,
all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness.
There were shrubberies and big trees, but I remember
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
hailed him. He carried a rifle almost as long as himself.
"Mornin', Betty. I am goin' 'cross the crick fer that turkey I hear gobblin',"
he answered, stopping at the gate and smiling brightly at Betty.
"Hello, Harry Bennet. Going after that turkey? I have heard him several
mornings and he must be a big, healthy gobbler," said Colonel Zane, stepping
to the door. "You are going to have company. Here comes Wetzel."
"Good morning, Lew. Are you too off on a turkey hunt?" said Betty.
"Listen," said the hunter, as he stopped and leaned against the gate. They
listened. All was quiet save for the tinkle of a cow-bell in the pasture
adjoining the Colonel's barn. Presently the silence was broken by a long,
shrill, peculiar cry.