|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White:
"You don't look a bit well," said he; "kind of pale around the
gills. Bilious. Don't believe that camp grub quite agrees with you
for a steady diet."
"Yes, that must be it," assented Orde.
He closed his desk and went out. Newmark turned back to his papers.
His face was expressionless. From an inner pocket he produced a
cigar which he thrust between his teeth. The corners of his mouth
slowly curved in a grim smile.
Orde did not go home. Instead, he walked down Main Street to the
docks where he jumped into a rowboat lying in a slip, and with a few
rapid strokes shot out on the stream. In his younger days he had
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James:
been nothing in such a person's life. She had been a feature of
features in HIS, for what else was it to have been so
indispensable? Strange beyond saying were the ways of existence,
baffling for him the anomaly of his lack, as he felt it to be, of
producible claim. A woman might have been, as it were, everything
to him, and it might yet present him, in no connexion that any one
seemed held to recognise. If this was the case in these closing
weeks it was the case more sharply on the occasion of the last
offices rendered, in the great grey London cemetery, to what had
been mortal, to what had been precious, in his friend. The
concourse at her grave was not numerous, but he saw himself treated
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy:
wicked thing to do! I'll carry them home for some poor
Cuthbert Clare, who had been the one to find them,
picked them up for her with the crook of his stick; and
Tess's boots were appropriated.
She, who had heard this, walked past under the screen
of her woollen veil, till, presently looking back, she
perceived that the church party had left the gate with
her boots and retreated down the hill.
Thereupon our heroine resumed her walk. Tears,
blinding tears, were running down her face. She knew
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman