|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton:
that of the woman one does not want to.
Glennard turned up his reading-lamp and stirred the fire. He had
a long evening before him and he wanted to crowd out thought with
action. He had brought some papers from his office and he spread
them out on his table and squared himself to the task. . . .
It must have been an hour later that he found himself
automatically fitting a key into a locked drawer. He had no more
notion than a somnambulist of the mental process that had led up
to this action. He was just dimly aware of having pushed aside
the papers and the heavy calf volumes that a moment before had
bounded his horizon, and of laying in their place, without a trace
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
the lust of Jav, cast a quick glance over her shoulder
toward the forest from which had rumbled the fierce growl.
Jav looked, too.
What they saw filled each with apprehension. It was
Komal, the banth-god, rushing wide-jawed upon them!
Which had he chosen for his prey? Or was it to be both?
They had not long to wait, for though the Lotharian
attempted to hold the girl between himself and the
terrible fangs, the great beast found him at last.
Then, shrieking, he attempted to fly toward Lothar,
after pushing Thuvia bodily into the face of the man-eater.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis:
This was the welcome upon which Carol depended.
Through her weeks of cowering there was no change in
her surface life. No one save Vida was aware of her agonizing.
On her most despairing days she chatted to women on the
street, in stores. But without the protection of Kennicott's
presence she did not go to the Jolly Seventeen; she delivered
herself to the judgment of the town only when she went shopping
and on the ritualistic occasions of formal afternoon calls,
when Mrs. Lyman Cass or Mrs. George Edwin Mott, with
clean gloves and minute handkerchiefs and sealskin card-cases