|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen:
been imagined, but he was at Highbury very soon afterwards. He rode
down for a couple of hours; he could not yet do more; but as he came
from Randalls immediately to Hartfield, she could then exercise all
her quick observation, and speedily determine how he was influenced,
and how she must act. They met with the utmost friendliness.
There could be no doubt of his great pleasure in seeing her.
But she had an almost instant doubt of his caring for her as he
had done, of his feeling the same tenderness in the same degree.
She watched him well. It was a clear thing he was less in love than he
had been. Absence, with the conviction probably of her indifference,
had produced this very natural and very desirable effect.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the Queen was on the seas; and as for Tod's house, it was in the
mirkest end, and was little liked by some that kenned the best. The
door was on the sneck that day, and me and my faither gaed straucht in.
Tod was a wabster to his trade; his loom stood in the but. There he
sat, a muckle fat, white hash of a man like creish, wi' a kind of a
holy smile that gart me scunner. The hand of him aye cawed the
shuttle, but his een was steeked. We cried to him by his name, we
skirted in the deid lug of him, we shook him by the shou'ther. Nae
mainner o' service! There he sat on his dowp, an' cawed the shuttle
and smiled like creish.
"God be guid to us," says Tam Dale, "this is no canny?"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle:
green-scummed pool, which lay at the foot of the garden. There
was no sign of any violence, and the water was but two feet deep,
so that the jury, having regard to his known eccentricity,
brought in a verdict of 'suicide.' But I, who knew how he winced
from the very thought of death, had much ado to persuade myself
that he had gone out of his way to meet it. The matter passed,
however, and my father entered into possession of the estate, and
of some 14,000 pounds, which lay to his credit at the bank."
"One moment," Holmes interposed, "your statement is, I foresee,
one of the most remarkable to which I have ever listened. Let me
have the date of the reception by your uncle of the letter, and
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes