|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic:
arrangement of ours. Vincent and I have been friends
for many years now. We are quite alone in the world,
we two--much to our mutual satisfaction. You must come
up and see me some time; come up and have a look over
the books we were speaking of."
"I am much obliged," said Theron, without enthusiasm.
The thought of the doctor by himself did not attract
The reservation in his tone seemed to interest the doctor.
"I suppose you are the first man I have asked in a
dozen years," he remarked, frankly willing that the young
The Damnation of Theron Ware
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells:
enabled her to write at all, answering not only that letter but
one in November and one at Christmas.
The two latter communications contained urgent invitations for her
to come to Steely Bank on a Visit during the Christmas holidays.
She tried to think that HE had told her to ask that, but it was
too much like Fanny's opulent good-nature. She could not but believe
that he must be sick of his blunder by this time; and she had more
than a hope that he would presently write her a letter beginning
"Dear Friend." Something subtly tragic in the separation was
a great support to her, a sad misunderstanding. To have been jilted
would have been intolerable. But he never wrote that letter beginning
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
from fatigue, he exclaimed, "Wouldn't you like some?" and drawing his
snuff-box from his pocket, added, "Help yourself, if you please."
"Very glad to see you," replied the judge; "but I cannot conceive what
made you put yourself to so much trouble, and favour us with so
unexpected an honour."
"A plaint!" Ivan Nikiforovitch managed to ejaculate.
"A plaint? What plaint?"
"A complaint . . ." here his asthma entailed a prolonged pause--"Oh! a
complaint against that rascal--Ivan Ivanovitch Pererepenko!"
"And you too! Such particular friends! A complaint against such a
Taras Bulba and Other Tales