|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
find the proofs?" the words came again and again, and in spite of
the comfortable warmth in the compartment, in spite of his tired
and half-frozen condition, he could not sleep.
He reached the capital at midnight and took a room in a small hotel
in a quiet street. When he went out next morning, the servants
looked after him with suspicion, as in their opinion a man who
spent most of the night pacing up and down his room must surely
have a guilty conscience.
Muller went to police headquarters and looked through the arrivals
at the hotels on the 21st of November. The burial of Mrs. Kniepp
had taken place on the 20th. Muller soon found the name he was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James:
"I've taken nobody. Not a creature since then."
"So that I'm the only person who knows?"
"The only person in the world."
"Well," she quickly replied, "I myself have never spoken. I've
never, never repeated of you what you told me." She looked at him
so that he perfectly believed her. Their eyes met over it in such
a way that he was without a doubt. "And I never will."
She spoke with an earnestness that, as if almost excessive, put him
at ease about her possible derision. Somehow the whole question
was a new luxury to him--that is from the moment she was in
possession. If she didn't take the sarcastic view she clearly took
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
Since that wretched epoch, he had watched with morbid zeal and
minuteness, not his acts -- for those it was easy to arrange --
but each breath of emotion, and his every thought. At the head
of the social system, as the clergymen of that day stood, he was
only the more trammelled by its regulations, its principles, and
even its prejudices. As a priest, the framework of his order
inevitably hemmed him in. As a man who had once sinned, but who
kept his conscience all alive and painfully sensitive by the
fretting of an unhealed wound, he might have been supposed safer
within the line of virtue than if he had never sinned at all.
The Scarlet Letter