|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe:
on one side or other, or so much as to make it decent.
It was near five weeks that I kept my bed and though the
violence of my fever abated in three weeks, yet it several
times returned; and the physicians said two or three times,
they could do no more for me, but that they must leave nature
and the distemper to fight it out, only strengthening the first
with cordials to maintain the struggle. After the end of five
weeks I grew better, but was so weak, so altered, so melancholy,
and recovered so slowly, that they physicians apprehended I
should go into a consumption; and which vexed me most,
they gave it as their opinion that my mind was oppressed,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare:
Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,
The hate I bare thee, made me leaue thee so?
Her. You speake not as you thinke; it cannot be
Hel. Loe, she is one of this confederacy,
Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three,
To fashion this false sport in spight of me.
Iniurous Hermia, most vngratefull maid,
Haue you conspir'd, haue you with these contriu'd
To baite me, with this foule derision?
Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd,
The sisters vowes, the houres that we haue spent,
A Midsummer Night's Dream
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey:
Dorothy, but long enough to make her entrance more noticeable.
The instant Madeline saw Dorothy's blazing eyes she knew
something unusual had happened. Whatever it was might have
escaped comment had not Helen caught sight of Dorothy.
"Heavens, Dot, but you're handsome occasionally!" remarked Helen.
"When you get some life in your face and eyes!"
Dorothy turned her face away from the others, and perhaps it was
only accident that she looked into a mirror hanging on the tent
wall. Swiftly she put her hand up to feel a wide red welt on her
cheek. Dorothy had been assiduously careful of her soft, white
skin, and here was an ugly mark marring its beauty.
The Light of Western Stars