|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James:
"Hang it, then let's find out!" cried Lord Lambeth with some impatience.
"You know I don't want to miss anything."
"We will find out," said Percy Beaumont very reasonably.
"We will go and see Mrs. Westgate and make all proper inquiries."
And so the two inquiring Englishmen, who had this lady's
address inscribed in her husband's hand upon a card,
descended from the veranda of the big hotel and took their way,
according to direction, along a large straight road, past a
series of fresh-looking villas embosomed in shrubs and flowers
and enclosed in an ingenious variety of wooden palings.
The morning was brilliant and cool, the villas were smart and snug,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton:
her with an eye which seemed now to view her as a mere factor in
an immense redistribution of meanings.
"I insulted Flamel to-day. I let him see that I suspected him of
having told you. I hated him because he knew about the letters."
He caught the spreading horror of her eyes, and for an instant he
had to grapple with the new temptation they lit up. Then he said,
with an effort--"Don't blame him--he's impeccable. He helped me
to get them published; but I lied to him too; I pretended they
were written to another man . . . a man who was dead. . . ."
She raised her arms in a gesture that seemed to ward off his
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James:
the splendid common domicile, familiar, domestic, and resonant,
also resembles a theater, with actors clicking over bridges and,
in straggling processions, tripping along fondamentas. As
you sit in your gondola the footways that in certain parts edge
the canals assume to the eye the importance of a stage, meeting it
at the same angle, and the Venetian figures, moving to and fro
against the battered scenery of their little houses of comedy,
strike you as members of an endless dramatic troupe.
I went to bed that night very tired, without being able to compose
a letter to Miss Tita. Was this failure the reason why I became
conscious the next morning as soon as I awoke of a determination