|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
his left hand holding a sheaf of folded, legal-looking documents.
And then she heard the Adventurer speak.
"What a flow of words!" said the Adventurer, in a bored voice.
"You will forgive me, my dear Mr. Viner, if I appear to be facetious,
which I am not - but money talks."
"You are a thief, a robber!" The old gray-bearded figure rocked on
its feet and kept wringing its hands. "Get out of here! Get out!
Do you hear? Get out! You come to steal from a poor old man, and -"
"Must we go all over that again?" interrupted the Adventurer wearily.
"I have not come to steal anything; I have simply come to sell you
these papers, which I am quite sure, once you control yourself and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde:
to them about the pretty bride."
"Ah! what a trivial view of life!" said the Rocket; "but it is only
what I expected. There is nothing in you; you are hollow and
empty. Why, perhaps the Prince and Princess may go to live in a
country where there is a deep river, and perhaps they may have one
only son, a little fair-haired boy with violet eyes like the Prince
himself; and perhaps some day he may go out to walk with his nurse;
and perhaps the nurse may go to sleep under a great elder-tree; and
perhaps the little boy may fall into the deep river and be drowned.
What a terrible misfortune! Poor people, to lose their only son!
It is really too dreadful! I shall never get over it."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the manse stands solitary between the river and the road. He
tapped at the back door, and the old woman called upon him to
come in, and guided him through the house to the study, as
they still called it, though there was little enough study
there in Haddo's days, and more song-books than theology.
'Here's yin to speak wi' ye, Mr. Haddie!' cries the old wife.
And M'Brair, opening the door and entering, found the little,
round, red man seated in one chair and his feet upon another.
A clear fire and a tallow dip lighted him barely. He was
taking tobacco in a pipe, and smiling to himself; and a
brandy-bottle and glass, and his fiddle and bow, were beside