| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: endeavouring to study him with aer unsteady eyes. "Faceny's thoughts
are obscure. I am his lover, you are a lover of women, yet he grants
to you what he denies to me."
"What does he grant to me?"
"To see him, and go on living. I shall die. But it's immaterial.
Tomorrow both of us will be dead."
Maskull impatiently shook himself free. "Your sensations may be
reliable in your own case, but how do you know I shall die?"
"Life is flaming up inside you," replied Leehallfae, shaking aer
head. "But after it has reached its climax - perhaps tonight - it
will sink rapidly and you'll die tomorrow. As for me, if I enter
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lemorne Versus Huell by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard: which was a quiet one. Mr. Uxbridge desired me to remain in
Waterbury till spring. He would not decide about taking a house in
New York till then; by that time his brother might return, and if
possible we would go to Europe for a few months. I acquiesced in
all his plans. Indeed I was not consulted; but I was happy--happy
in him, and happy in every thing.
The winter passed in waiting for him to come to Waterbury every
Saturday; and in the enjoyment of the two days he passed with me.
In March Aunt Eliza wrote me that Lemorne was beaten! Van Horn had
taken up the whole contents of his snuff-box in her house the
evening before in amazement at the turn things had taken.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: shivered when he kissed it I didn't notice it. They were to come
up to the house after her father left in the morning, and I was
to dismiss all the old help and get new ones so he could take
charge and let Mr. Pierce go.
I plodded back with my empty basket. I had only one clear
thought,--that I wouldn't have any more tramping across the golf
links in the snow. I was too tired really to care that with the
regular winter boarders gone and eight weeks still until Lent,
we'd hardly be able to keep going another fortnight. I wanted to
get back to my room and go to bed and forget.
But as I came near the house I saw Mr. Pierce come out on the
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