|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ball at Sceaux by Honore de Balzac:
that he had had a brilliant education, and that his knowledge was as
thorough as it was extensive. He knew so well the right thing to say
in a discussion on naval architecture, trivial, it is true, started by
the old admiral, that one of the ladies remarked that he must have
passed through the Ecole Polytechnique.
"And I think, madame," he replied, "that I may regard it as an honor
to have got in."
In spite of urgent pressing, he refused politely but firmly to be kept
to dinner, and put an end to the persistency of the ladies by saying
that he was the Hippocrates of his young sister, whose delicate health
required great care.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells:
and little things; none of them do more than demonstrate those
essential temperamental discords I have already sought to make
clear. Some readers will understand--to others I shall seem no
more than an unfeeling brute who couldn't make allowances....
It's easy to make allowances now; but to be young and ardent and
to make allowances, to see one's married life open before one,
the life that seemed in its dawn a glory, a garden of roses, a
place of deep sweet mysteries and heart throbs and wonderful
silences, and to see it a vista of tolerations and baby-talk; a
compromise, the least effectual thing in all one's life.
Every love romance I read seemed to mock our dull intercourse,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy:
muskets small cloudlets that had no time to become balls, but had
their little echoes in just the same way. "Trakh-ta-ta-takh!" came the
frequent crackle of musketry, but it was irregular and feeble in
comparison with the reports of the cannon.
Pierre wished to be there with that smoke, those shining bayonets,
that movement, and those sounds. He turned to look at Kutuzov and
his suite, to compare his impressions with those of others. They
were all looking at the field of battle as he was, and, as it seemed
to him, with the same feelings. All their faces were now shining
with that latent warmth of feeling Pierre had noticed the day before
and had fully understood after his talk with Prince Andrew.
War and Peace