|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott:
"Please let me kiss him once, John?"
"Certainly. Demi, say good night to Mamma, and let her go and rest,
for she is very tired with taking care of you all day."
Meg always insisted upon it that the kiss won the victory,
for after it was given, Demi sobbed more quietly, and lay quite
still at the bottom of the bed, whither he had wriggled in his
anguish of mind.
"Poor little man, he's worn out with sleep and crying. I'll
cover him up, and then go and set Meg's heart at rest." thought
John, creeping to the bedside, hoping to find his rebellious
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
it was for the most part very uneven ground, covered with heather
and dark-green furze bushes, with here and there a scrubby old thorn-tree;
there were also open spaces of fine short grass, with ant-hills
and mole-turns everywhere; the worst place I ever knew for a headlong gallop.
We had hardly turned on the common, when we caught sight again
of the green habit flying on before us. My lady's hat was gone,
and her long brown hair was streaming behind her. Her head and body
were thrown back, as if she were pulling with all her remaining strength,
and as if that strength were nearly exhausted. It was clear
that the roughness of the ground had very much lessened Lizzie's speed,
and there seemed a chance that we might overtake her.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
We dissipated the day in valid speculations. Decided it was too warm to
walk in the afternoon, so lay down on our beds, mustering in great force
for afternoon coffee. And a carriage drew up at the door. A tall young
girl got out, leading a child by the hand. They entered the hall, were
greeted and shown to their room. Ten minutes later she came down with the
child to sign the visitors' book. She wore a black, closely fitting dress,
touched at throat and wrists with white frilling. Her brown hair, braided,
was tied with a black bow--unusually pale, with a small mole on her left
"I am the Baroness von Gall's sister," she said, trying the pen on a piece
of blotting-paper, and smiling at us deprecatingly. Even for the most