|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells:
with flowers; thousands danced about the great circle beneath
the white images of the ancient gods, and glorious processions
of youths and maidens came and went. We two danced, not the dreary
monotonies of your days--of this time, I mean--but dances that were
beautiful, intoxicating. And even now I can see my lady dancing--
dancing joyously. She danced, you know, with a serious face; she
danced with a serious dignity, and yet she was smiling at me and
caressing me--smiling and caressing with her eyes.
"The music was different," he murmured. "It went--I cannot describe
it; but it was infinitely richer and more varied than any music
that has ever come to me awake.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry:
"'If you've got to get rid of your excess verbiage,' says I, 'why not
go out on the river bank and speak a piece? It seems to me there was
an old spell-binder named Cantharides that used to go and
disincorporate himself of his windy numbers along the seashore.'
"'No,' says Andy, 'I must have an audience. I feel like if I once
turned loose people would begin to call Senator Beveridge the Grand
Young Sphinx of the Wabash. I've got to get an audience together,
Jeff, and get this oral distension assuaged or it may turn in on me
and I'd go about feeling like a deckle-edge edition de luxe of Mrs. E.
D. E. N. Southworth.'
"'On what special subject of the theorems and topics does your desire
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac:
Social Contract. (See Les Employes.) The mephitic vapors in the
atmosphere of a crowded room contribute in no small degree to bring
about a gradual deterioration of intelligences, the brain that gives
off the largest quantity of nitrogen asphyxiates the others, in the
The cashier was a man of five-and-forty or thereabouts. As he sat at
the table, the light from a moderator lamp shining full on his bald
head and glistening fringe of iron-gray hair that surrounded it--this
baldness and the round outlines of his face made his head look very
like a ball. His complexion was brick-red, a few wrinkles had gathered
about his eyes, but he had the smooth, plump hands of a stout man. His