| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: hill among the blackberries and the pines.
But in her grim way she sympathized with her eldest daughter, a
small and silent maiden of eighteen, who had thoughts very far
from the meals she tended and the pans she scoured.
We stumbled into the household at a crisis, and there was a deal
of downright humanity in that same. A bad, wicked dress-maker
had promised the maiden a dress in time for a to-morrow's
rail-way journey, and though the barefooted Georgy, who stood in
very wholesome awe of his sister, had scoured the woods on a pony
in search, that dress never arrived. So, with sorrow in her
heart and a hundred Sister-Anne glances up the road, she waited
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: and Sam Trumtwang with his harp, and Peter Muggledrone with
his bagpipe, and how I shall dance with Will Whitethorn!"
added the girl, clapping her hands as she spoke, and bounding
from the ground with the pleasure of the anticipation.
A tall athletic young man approached, to whom the rustic maidens
courtesied with great respect; and one of them informed Sir Ralph
that it was young Master William Gamwell. The young gentleman
invited and conducted the knight to the hall, where he introduced
him to the old knight his father, and to the old lady his mother,
and to the young lady his sister, and to a number of bold yeomen,
who were laying siege to beef, brawn, and plum pie around a ponderous table,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: Carabine or Mousqueton, Malaga or Jenny Cadine?"
"Malaga, Carabine! nonsense!" cried Leon de Lora. "It was we who
invented them."
"I assure you, my good Madame Nourrisson," said Bixiou, "that we only
wanted the pleasure of making your acquaintance, and we should like
very much to be informed as to how you ever came to slip into this
business."
"I was confidential maid in the family of a marshal of France, Prince
d'Ysembourg," she said, assuming the airs of a Dorine. "One morning,
one of the most beplumed countesses of the Imperial court came to the
house and wanted to speak to the marshal privately. I put myself in
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