|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James:
disguise my dismay. What was the right word to commemorate one's
sudden discovery, at the very moment too at which one had been most
encouraged to count on better things, that one's dear old friend
had gone blind? Before the answer to this question dropped upon
me--and the moving moments, though few, seemed many--I heard, with
the sound of voices, the click of the attendant's key on the other
side of the door. Poor Flora heard also and on hearing, still with
her hand on my arm, brightened again as I had a minute since seen
her brighten across the house: she had the sense of the return of
the person she had taken me for--the person with the right pair of
lips, as to whom I was for that matter much more in the dark than
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen:
he had no courage, no confidence to attempt the removal of:--
he listened to them in silent despondence;--but her
difficulties were instantly obviated, for with a readiness
that seemed to speak the occasion, and the service
pre-arranged in his mind, he offered himself as the
messenger who should fetch Mrs. Dashwood. Elinor made no
resistance that was not easily overcome. She thanked him
with brief, though fervent gratitude, and while he went
to hurry off his servant with a message to Mr. Harris, and
an order for post-horses directly, she wrote a few lines
to her mother.
Sense and Sensibility
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
"I won't kiss you!--you brute!--I won't!" Somehow she slipped out of his
arms and ran to the wall--stood back against it--breathing quickly.
"Get out!" she stammered. "Go on now, clear out!"
At that moment, when he was not touching her, she quite enjoyed herself.
She thrilled at her own angry voice. "To think I should talk to a man like
that!" An angry flush spread over his face--his lips curled back, showing
his teeth--just like a dog, thought Viola. He made a rush at her, and held
her against the wall--pressed upon her with all the weight of his body.
This time she could not get free.
"I won't kiss you. I won't. Stop doing that Ugh! you're like a dog--you
ought to find lovers round lamp-posts--you beast--you fiend!"