|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving:
night, as if on the wings of the wind. His haunts are not
confined to the valley, but extend at times to the adjacent
roads, and especially to the vicinity of a church at no great
distance. Indeed, certain of the most authentic historians of
those parts, who have been careful in collecting and collating
the floating facts concerning this spectre, allege that the body
of the trooper having been buried in the churchyard, the ghost
rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head,
and that the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along
the Hollow, like a midnight blast, is owing to his being belated,
and in a hurry to get back to the churchyard before daybreak.
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain:
"Oh, of COURSE you will."
"Well I WILL."
"Well why don't you DO it then? What do you
keep SAYING you will for? Why don't you DO it? It's
because you're afraid."
"I AIN'T afraid."
Another pause, and more eying and sidling around
each other. Presently they were shoulder to shoulder.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James:
He did understand fully before long, but he made a fight even with
himself before he confessed it. He thought it the oddest thing to
have a struggle with the child about. He wondered he didn't hate
the hope of the Moreens for bringing the struggle on. But by the
time it began any such sentiment for that scion was closed to him.
Morgan was a special case, and to know him was to accept him on his
own odd terms. Pemberton had spent his aversion to special cases
before arriving at knowledge. When at last he did arrive his
quandary was great. Against every interest he had attached
himself. They would have to meet things together. Before they
went home that evening at Nice the boy had said, clinging to his