|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens:
'Have you ever seen this young man before?' his master asked in a
'Twice, my lord,' said John. 'I saw him in the crowd last night
'Did--did it seem to you that his manner was at all wild or
strange?' Lord George demanded, faltering.
'Mad,' said John, with emphatic brevity.
'And why do you think him mad, sir?' said his master, speaking in a
peevish tone. 'Don't use that word too freely. Why do you think
'My lord,' John Grueby answered, 'look at his dress, look at his
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry:
But I must ask you to cease your jibes and derogatory comments upon
the South and the Southern people. They, sir, will not be tolerated
in the office of The Rose of Dixie for one moment. And before you
proceed with more of your covert insinuations that I, the editor of
this magazine, am not a competent judge of the merits of the matter
submitted to its consideration, I beg that you will first present some
evidence or proof that you are my superior in any way, shape, or form
relative to the question in hand."
"Oh, come, Colonel," said Thacker, good-naturedly. "I didn't do
anything like that to you. It sounds like an indictment by the fourth
assistant attorney-general. Let's get back to business. What's this
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard:
And yet, and yet as I lay there humiliated and a mock, an answer came
into my mind, and I felt that whatever might be the case with my outward
form; in spirit, in courage, in determination and in ability, in all, in
short, that really makes a man, I was more than Pereira's equal. Yes,
and that by the help of these qualities, poor as I was and frail as I
seemed to be, I would beat him at the last and keep for myself what I
had won, the prize of Marie's love.
Such were the thoughts which passed through me, and I think that
something of the tenor of them communicated itself to Marie, who often
could read my heart before my lips spoke. At any rate, her demeanour
changed. She drew herself up. Her fine nostrils expanded and a proud