|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln:
She strained her ears to discover the time by the ticking of her
clock, but either it was between the half or quarters of an hour,
or it had stopped, for no chimes sounded. With a gasp of
exasperation, Helen flung back the bed clothes and sat up. Switching
on the light by the side of her bed she hunted for a book, but not
finding any, she contemplated for a short space of time a pair of
rubber-heeled shoes just showing themselves under the edge of a chair.
With sudden decision she left the bed and dressed rapidly. It was
not until she had put on her rubber-heeled shoes that she paused.
Her hesitation, however, was but brief. Stepping to the bureau, she
pulled out a lower drawer and running her hand inside, touched a
The Red Seal
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac:
is not all-sufficient to an artist; that to balance the weight of
these powerful souls they need a union with feminine souls of a
strength equal to their own? If I had been brought up like this siren,
our weapons at least might have been equal in the hour of struggle."
"But I am not at home!" The sharp, harsh words, though spoken in an
undertone in the adjoining boudoir, were heard by Augustine, and her
heart beat violently.
"The lady is in there," replied the maid.
"You are an idiot! Show her in," replied the Duchess, whose voice was
sweeter, and had assumed the dulcet tones of politeness. She evidently
now meant to be heard.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis:
Putiak! And yet--Always he came back to "And yet." Whatever the misery, he
could not regain contentment with a world which, once doubted, became absurd.
Only, he assured himself, he was "through with this chasing after girls."
By noontime he was not so sure even of that. If in Miss McGoun, Louetta
Swanson, and Ida he had failed to find the lady kind and lovely, it did not
prove that she did not exist. He was hunted by the ancient thought that
somewhere must exist the not impossible she who would understand him, value
him, and make him happy.
Mrs. Babbitt returned in August.
On her previous absences he had missed her reassuring buzz and of her arrival