|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry:
good and at it, why--old Santa'll slide in the door. I reckon there'll
be plenty of gifts to go 'round."
The ladies were flitting about the tree, giving it final touches that
were never final. The Spangled Sisters were there in costume as Lady
Violet de Vere and Marie, the maid, in their new drama, "The Miner's
Bride." The theatre did not open until nine, and they were welcome
assistants of the Christmas tree committee. Every minute heads would
pop out the door to look and listen for the approach of Trinidad's
team. And now this became an anxious function, for night had fallen
and it would soon be necessary to light the candles on the tree, and
Cherokee was apt to make an irruption at any time in his Kriss Kringle
Heart of the West
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac:
Marquise was like that. She did not see Henri. In the first place, she
was too secure of her solitude to be afraid of witnesses; and,
secondly, she was too intoxicated with warm blood, too excited with
the fray, too exalted, to take notice of the whole of Paris, if Paris
had formed a circle round her. A thunderbolt would not have disturbed
her. She had not even heard Paquita's last sigh, and believed that the
dead girl could still hear her.
"Die without confessing!" she said. "Go down to hell, monster of
ingratitude; belong to no one but the fiend. For the blood you gave
him you owe me all your own! Die, die, suffer a thousand deaths! I
have been too kind--I was only a moment killing you. I should have
The Girl with the Golden Eyes
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
The gold powder-box came out again. Again the poor little puff was shaken;
again there was that swift, deadly-secret glance between her and the
We tore through the black-and-gold town like a pair of scissors tearing
through brocade. Hennie had great difficulty not to look as though he were
hanging on to something.
And when we reached the Casino, of course Mrs. Raddick wasn't there. There
wasn't a sign of her on the steps--not a sign.
"Will you stay in the car while I go and look?"
But no--she wouldn't do that. Good heavens, no! Hennie could stay. She
couldn't bear sitting in a car. She'd wait on the steps.