|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain:
for Roxy to have a master who was pleased with her, as this
planter manifestly was. In almost no time his flowing reasonings
carried him to the point of even half believing he was doing Roxy
a splendid surreptitious service in selling her "down the river."
And then he kept diligently saying to himself all the time:
"It's for only a year. In a year I buy her free again;
she'll keep that in mind, and it'll reconcile her." Yes; the little
deception could do no harm, and everything would come out right
and pleasant in the end, anyway. By agreement, the conversation
in Roxy's presence was all about the man's "up-country" farm,
and how pleasant a place it was, and how happy the slaves were there;
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ruling Passion by Henry van Dyke:
a preposterously bad fit. The figure was tangled up like a fishing-
line after trolling all day without a swivel. The dancers were
doing their best, determined to be happy, as cheerful as possible,
but all out of time. The organ was whirring and gasping and
groaning for breath.
Suddenly a new music filled the room.
The right tune--the real old joyful "Money Musk," played jubilantly,
triumphantly, irresistibly--on a fiddle!
The melodion gave one final gasp of surprise and was dumb.
Every one looked up. There, in the parlour door, stood the
stranger, with his coat off, his violin hugged close under his chin,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
majority. I find some who lay their eggs in an open burrow; I come
upon some who weave their cocoon and cram it with eggs in the open
air, before they even own a residence. In short, I do not succeed
in fathoming the reasons that cause the burrow to be closed, no
matter what the weather, hot or cold, wet or dry.
The fact remains that the lid is broken and repaired repeatedly,
sometimes on the same day. In spite of the earthy casing, the silk
woof gives it the requisite pliancy to cleave when pushed by the
anchorite and to rip open without falling into ruins. Swept back
to the circumference of the mouth and increased by the wreckage of
further ceilings, it becomes a parapet, which the Lycosa raises by
The Life of the Spider