|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll:
said: `at least--not under HERE. Nohow.'
`But it may rain OUTSIDE?'
`It may--if it chooses,' said Tweedledee: `we've no
`Selfish things!' thought Alice, and she was just going to say
`Good-night' and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from
under the umbrella and seized her by the wrist.
`Do you see THAT?' he said, in a voice choking with passion,
and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed
with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the
Through the Looking-Glass
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac:
turned to examine the new house with stolen glances, hoping to see the
fair unknown. Alas! he went in without its having given a sign of
life. During dinner, in the company of Monsieur and Madame Stopfer,
retired coopers from Neufchatel, he questioned them as to the
neighborhood, and ended by learning all he wanted to know about the
lady, thanks to his hosts' loquacity; for they were ready to pour out
their budget of gossip without any pressing.
The fair stranger's name was Fanny Lovelace. This name (pronounced
/Loveless/) is that of an old English family, but Richardson has given
it to a creation whose fame eclipses all others! Miss Lovelace had
come to settle by the lake for her father's health, the physicians
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
you can visit Sobakevitch afterwards."
"Shall I, or shall I not, go to Nozdrev's?" reflected Chichikov. "Is
he likely to prove any more useful than the rest? Well, at least he is
as promising, even though he has lost so much at play. But he has a
head on his shoulders, and therefore I must go carefully if I am to
tackle him concerning my scheme."
With that he added aloud: "Very well, I WILL come with you, but do
not let us be long, for my time is very precious."
"That's right, that's right!" cried Nozdrev. "Splendid, splendid! Let
me embrace you!" And he fell upon Chichikov's neck. "All three of us