|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair:
him, or ever could interest him, all his life. He imagined the
angry exclamations, the hostile glances; he imagined the
policeman striding toward him--reaching for his neck. Or was he
to have one more chance? Were they going to let him alone this
time? He sat trembling; waiting--
And then suddenly came a voice in his ear, a woman's voice,gentle
and sweet, "If you would try to listen, comrade, perhaps you
would be interested."
Jurgis was more startled by that than he would have been by the
touch of a policeman. He still kept his eyes fixed ahead, and
did not stir; but his heart gave a great leap. Comrade! Who was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
lying athwart the eastern semicircle; and such was the silence
within the horizon that one might have fancied oneself come to
the end of time. Black and toylike in the clear depths and the
final stillness of the evening the brig and the schooner lay
anchored in the middle of the main channel with their heads swung
the same way. Lingard, with his chin on his breast and his arms
folded, moved slowly here and there about the poop. Close and
mute like his shadow, Carter, at his elbow, followed his
movements. He felt an anxious solicitude. . . .
It was a sentiment perfectly new to him. He had never before felt
this sort of solicitude about himself or any other man. His
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James:
I was always fond of conversation. I guess I shall
have plenty at Mrs. Walker's, her rooms are so small."
When they had passed the gate of the Pincian Gardens,
Miss Miller began to wonder where Mr. Giovanelli might be.
"We had better go straight to that place in front," she said,
"where you look at the view."
"I certainly shall not help you to find him," Winterbourne declared.
"Then I shall find him without you," cried Miss Daisy.
"You certainly won't leave me!" cried Winterbourne.
She burst into her little laugh. "Are you afraid you'll get lost--
or run over? But there's Giovanelli, leaning against that tree.