|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber:
"Remember, I'm not convinced," Buck warned her; "I'm only
beaten by superior force. But I do believe in your woman's
intuition--I'll say that. It has never gone wrong. I'm banking
"It's woman's intuition when we win," Emma observed,
thoughtfully. "When we lose it's a foolish, feminine notion."
There were to be no half-way measures. The skirt was to be the
feature of the spring line. Cutters and designers were one with
Buck in thinking it a freak garment. Emma reminded them that the
same thing had been said of the hobble on its appearance.
In February, Billy Spalding, veteran skirt-salesman, led a
Emma McChesney & Co.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne:
house, and a perfect shower of bullets smashed all the glass
in the windows. Harry Blount fell to the ground wounded
in the shoulder.
Jolivet even at such a moment, was about to add this
postscript to his dispatch: "Harry Blount, correspondent
of the Daily Telegraph, has fallen at my side struck by --"
when the imperturbable clerk said calmly: "Sir, the wire
has broken." And, leaving his wicket, he quietly took his
hat, brushed it round with his sleeve, and, still smiling,
disappeared through a little door which Michael had not
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac:
not doubt that Swedenborg received celestial revelations think that
his writings are not all the result of divine inspiration. Others
insist on absolute adherence to him; while admitting his many
obscurities, they believe that the imperfection of earthly language
prevented the prophet from clearly revealing those spiritual visions
whose clouds disperse to the eyes of those whom faith regenerates;
for, to use the words of his greatest disciple, 'Flesh is but an
external propagation.' To poets and to writers his presentation of the
marvellous is amazing; to Seers it is simply reality. To some
Christians his descriptions have seemed scandalous. Certain critics
have ridiculed the celestial substance of his temples, his golden