|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
Maud and the gate, so that she could not retreat into
the garden and give the alarm.
Still grasping the trembling child in his iron grip he
stood facing the lady in waiting, his back against the
"Mon Dieu, Sir Jules," she cried, "hast thou gone
"No, My Lady," he answered, "but I had not thought
to do the work which now lies before me. Why didst
thou not keep a still tongue in thy head and let his
patron saint look after the welfare of this princeling?
The Outlaw of Torn
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott:
violently poking the fire, looked at his wife with an inquiring
lift of the eyebrows, I leave you to imagine. Also why Mrs.
March gently nodded her head and asked, rather abruptly, if he
wouldn't like to have something to eat. Jo saw and understood
the look, and she stalked grimly away to get wine and beef tea,
muttering to herself as she slammed the door, "I hate estimable
young men with brown eyes!"
There never was such a Christmas dinner as they had that day.
The fat turkey was a sight to behold, when Hannah sent him up,
stuffed, browned, and decorated. So was the plum pudding, which
melted in one's mouth, likewise the jellies, in which Amy reveled
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac:
in pretty little hands that were, alas, too fat. She was, in fact, so
overdone with fulness of life and health that her flesh formed a
little pad, as one might call it, above her shoes. Two ear-drops,
worth about three-thousand francs each, adorned her ears. She wore a
lace cap with pink ribbons, a mousseline-de-laine gown in pink and
gray stripes with an edging of green, opened at the bottom to show a
petticoat trimmed with valencienne lace; and a green cashmere shawl
with palm-leaves, the point of which reached the ground as she walked.
"You are not so hungry," she said, casting her eyes on Beauvisage,
"that you can't wait half an hour? My father has finished dinner and I
couldn't eat mine in peace without knowing what he thinks and whether