|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London:
and Portola Hotel Company, and half a dozen more that I've got to
refer to a notebook to remember. There's the Piedmont Laundry
Farm, and Redwood Consolidated Quarries. Starting in with our
quarry, I just kept a-going till I got them all. And there's the
ship-building company I ain't got a name for yet. Seeing as I
had to have ferry-boats, I decided to build them myself. They'll
be done by the time the pier is ready for them. Phew! It all
sure beats poker. And I've had the fun of gouging the robber
gangs as well. The water company bunches are squealing yet. I
sure got them where the hair was short. They were just about all
in when I came along and finished them off."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells:
idea of mine. You know how those Russian students do? In
Russia. Just a formal marriage. Mere formality. Liberates the
girl from parental control. See? You marry me. Simply. No
further responsibility whatever. Without hindrance--present
occupation. Why not? Quite willing. Get a license--just an
idea of mine. Doesn't matter a bit to me. Do anything to please
you, Vee. Anything. Not fit to be dust on your boots.
Still--there you are!"
Ann Veronica's desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the
tremendous earnestness of his expression. "Awfully good of you,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister:
hasn't been smitten at all! Well, I'd be ashamed, if I was a single
gentleman." And while I brought forth additional phrases concerning the
distracted state of my heart, she looked at me with large, limpid eyes.
"Anybody could tell you're not afraid of a rival," was her resulting
comment; upon which several of the et ceteras laughed more than seemed to
I left them all free again to say what they pleased; for John Mayrant
called for me to go upon our walk while we were still seated at table,
and at table they remained after I had excused myself.
The bruise over John's left eye was fading out, but traces of his
spiritual battle were deepening. During the visit which he had paid