|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald:
soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
But she didn't say another word. We gave her spirits of ammonia and put
ice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress, and half an
hour later, when we walked out of the room, the pearls were around her
neck and the incident was over. Next day at five o'clock she married Tom
Buchanan without so much as a shiver, and started off on a three months'
trip to the South Seas.
I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back, and I thought I'd
never seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for a
minute she'd look around uneasily, and say: "Where's Tom gone?" and
wear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the
The Great Gatsby
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen:
"Oh, quite enough," cried Mr. Yates, "with only just a side wing
or two run up, doors in flat, and three or four scenes to be
let down; nothing more would be necessary on such a plan as this.
For mere amusement among ourselves we should want nothing more."
"I believe we must be satisfied with _less_," said Maria.
"There would not be time, and other difficulties
would arise. We must rather adopt Mr. Crawford's views,
and make the _performance_, not the_theatre_, our object.
Many parts of our best plays are independent of scenery."
"Nay," said Edmund, who began to listen with alarm.
"Let us do nothing by halves. If we are to act, let it be in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost:
would address his answer. He could not learn from him either my
present abode or condition: Tiberge merely told him of my
principal adventures since I had escaped from St. Lazare.
Tiberge spoke warmly of the disposition to virtue which I had
evinced at our last interview. He added, that he considered me
as having quite got rid of Manon; but that he was nevertheless
surprised at my not having given him any intelligence about
myself for a week. My father was not to be duped. He fully
comprehended that there was something in the silence of which
Tiberge complained, which had escaped my poor friend's
penetration; and he took such pains to find me out, that in two