|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London:
the most insignificant parts of you than you know of all of me.
The cruelty is not only in your heart and thoughts, but it is
there in face. It has put its lines there. I have watched them
come and grow. Your money, and the life it compels you to lead
have done all this. You are being brutalized and degraded. And
this process can only go on and on until you are hopelessly
He attempted to interrupt, but she stopped him, herself
breathless and her voice trembling.
"No, no; let me finish utterly. I have done nothing but think,
think, think, all these months, ever since you came riding with
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
'Can you doubt it, Thomas?' she said.
And now I took her in my arms and kissed her on the lips, and the
memory of that kiss has gone with me through my long life, and is
with me yet, when, old and withered, I stand upon the borders of
the grave. It was the greatest joy that has been given to me in
all my days. Too soon, alas! it was done, that first pure kiss of
youthful love--and I spoke again somewhat aimlessly.
'It seems then that you do love me who love you so well.'
'If you doubted it before, can you doubt it NOW?' she answered very
softly. 'But listen, Thomas. It is well that we should love each
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock:
bowmen at the door sent in among the assailants a volley of arrows,
one of which whizzed past the ear of the abbot, who, in mortal fear
of being suddenly translated from a ghostly friar into a friarly ghost,
began to roll out of the chapel as fast as his bulk and his holy robes
would permit, roaring "Sacrilege!" with all his monks at his heels,
who were, like himself, more intent to go at once than to stand upon
the order of their going. The abbot, thus pressed from behind,
and stumbling over his own drapery before, fell suddenly prostrate
in the door-way that connected the chapel with the abbey,
and was instantaneously buried under a pyramid of ghostly carcasses,
that fell over him and each other, and lay a rolling chaos of