|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
fool! Why, Mrs. Fyne! I do assure you I had never yet thought at
all; never of anything in the world, till then. I just went on
living. And one can't be a fool without one has at least tried to
think. But what had I ever to think about?"
"And no doubt," commented Marlow, "her life had been a mere life of
sensations--the response to which can neither be foolish nor wise.
It can only be temperamental; and I believe that she was of a
generally happy disposition, a child of the average kind. Even when
she was asked violently whether she imagined that there was anything
in her, apart from her money, to induce any intelligent person to
take any sort of interest in her existence, she only caught her
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:
across the room. He set out upon the big official table
in the middle, that mockingly pretentious reminder
of a Board which never met, a decanter and two glasses
and some recumbent, round-bottomed bottles. He handed one
of these last to Plowden, as the latter strolled toward the table.
"You know how to open these, don't you?" he said, languidly.
"Somehow I never could manage it."
The nobleman submissively took the bottle, and picked
with awkwardness at its wire and cork, and all at once
achieved a premature and not over-successful explosion.
He wiped his dripping cuff in silence, when the tumblers
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne:
was becoming weaker, and dreaded every instant that he
would stumble never to rise again.
It was now light, although the sun had not yet risen
above the horizon. Two versts distant could be seen a
pale line bordered by a few trees.
This was the Obi, which flows from the southwest to
the northeast, the surface almost level with the ground, its
bed being but the steppe itself.
Several times shots were fired at Michael, but without
hitting him, and several times too he discharged his revolver
on those of the soldiers who pressed him too closely. Each