|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James:
"Have you questioned Olimpia? Hasn't she helped her--hasn't she
done it for her?" I asked; to which Miss Tita replied promptly and
positively that their servant had had nothing to do with the matter,
though without admitting definitely that she had spoken to her.
It was as if she were a little shy, a little ashamed now of letting me
see how much she had entered into my uneasiness and had me on her mind.
Suddenly she said to me, without any immediate relevance:
"I feel as if you were a new person, now that you have got a new name."
"It isn't a new one; it is a very good old one, thank heaven!"
She looked at me a moment. "I do like it better."
"Oh, if you didn't I would almost go on with the other!"
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agesilaus by Xenophon:
could not but admire the eagerness of their king to retaliate upon the
Persian for his former invasions of Hellas by counter-invasion on his
own soil. They liked the preference also which he showed for attacking
rather than awaiting his enemy's attack, and his intention to carry on
the war at the expense of Persia rather than that of Hellas; but it
was the perfection of policy, they felt, so to change the arena of
battle, with Asia as the prize of victory instead of Hellas. If we
pass on to the moment when he had received his army and set sail, I
can conceive no clearer exposition of his generalship than the bare
narration of his exploits.
The scene is Asia, and this his first achievement. Tissaphernes had
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris:
without resources, unless, indeed, work had been found; "and
what," he asked himself, "what work in God's name could they find
to do here in the city?"
Seven days! He quailed at the thought of it. Seven days without
money, knowing not a soul in all that swarming city. Ignorant of
city life as both Minna and her mother were, would they even
realise that there were institutions built and generously endowed
for just such as they? He knew them to have their share of
pride, the dogged sullen pride of the peasant; even if they knew
of charitable organisations, would they, could they bring
themselves to apply there? A poignant anxiety thrust itself