|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
had actually made her, she would repress every betrayal;
and I was therefore shaken, on the spot, by my first
glimpse of the particular one for which I had not allowed.
To see her, without a convulsion of her small pink face, not even
feign to glance in the direction of the prodigy I announced,
but only, instead of that, turn at ME an expression of hard,
still gravity, an expression absolutely new and unprecedented
and that appeared to read and accuse and judge me--
this was a stroke that somehow converted the little girl
herself into the very presence that could make me quail.
I quailed even though my certitude that she thoroughly saw
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell:
sweltering summer afternoon, eleven years ago.
It was three or four months after they were married. They had lost their
way on a community hike somewhere in Kent. They had only lagged behind
the others for a couple of minutes, but they took a wrong turning, and
presently found themselves pulled up short by the edge of an old chalk
quarry. It was a sheer drop of ten or twenty metres, with boulders at the
bottom. There was nobody of whom they could ask the way. As soon as she
realized that they were lost Katharine became very uneasy. To be away
from the noisy mob of hikers even for a moment gave her a feeling of
wrong-doing. She wanted to hurry back by the way they had come and start
searching in the other direction. But at this moment Winston noticed some
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis:
of Loge and his ruffians.
After the general bath and a substantial lunch, Cleggett called
all hands aft and addressed them.
"Ladies and loyal followers and co-workers," he said. "We have
passed some nights and days of peril. And there are, I doubt
not, still parlous times ahead of the Jasper B. before our ship
sets sail for the China Seas. But what is sweeter than pleasure
snatched from the very presence of danger? Courage and gayety
should go hand in hand! It is a beautiful May afternoon, we have
a goodly deck beneath our feet, and, briefly, who is for a