|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad:
away from it than Colebrook or perhaps Darnford.
She lived for four years with the Smiths. New
Barns is an isolated farmhouse a mile away from
the road, and she was content to look day after
day at the same fields, hollows, rises; at the trees
and the hedgerows; at the faces of the four men
about the farm, always the same--day after day,
month after month, year after year. She never
showed a desire for conversation, and, as it seemed
to me, she did not know how to smile. Sometimes
of a fine Sunday afternoon she would put on her
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley:
herself, and not, after inquiry on inquiry, regardless of all
warnings, go out on the first appearance of a strip of blue sky,
and come home wet through, with what she calls "only a chill," but
which really means a nail driven into her coffin--a probable
shortening, though it may be a very small one, of her mortal life;
because the food of the next twenty-four hours, which should have
gone to keep the vital heat at its normal standard, will have to
be wasted in raising it up to that standard, from which it has
fallen by a chill.
Ladies, these are subjects on which I must beg to speak a little
more at length, premising them by one statement, which may seem
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll:
"The fact of Desertion I will not dispute;
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
(So far as related to the costs of this suit)
By the Alibi which has been proved.
"My poor client's fate now depends on you votes."
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And directed the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
So the Snark undertook it instead,
And summed it so well that it came to far more
The Hunting of the Snark