|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry:
go at a parental blessing, why, I'm mistaken in my man, that's all."
"Thanks," said the consul. "I haven't met anybody in a long time that
keeps up with an argument as well as you do. The rest of it is simple.
If they take you in only for a while it's long enough. Don't give 'em
time to hunt up the strawberry mark on your left shoulder. Old Urique
keeps anywhere from $50,000 to $100,000 in his house all the time in a
little safe that you could open with a shoe buttoner. Get it. My skill
as a tattooer is worth half the boddle. We go halves and catch a tramp
steamer for Rio Janeiro. Let the United States go to pieces if it
can't get along without my services. /Que dice, senor/?"
"It sounds to me!" said the Kid, nodding his head. "I'm out for the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling:
back to men at last--to the men who are thy brothers--if thou
art not killed in the Council."
"But why--but why should any wish to kill me?" said Mowgli.
"Look at me," said Bagheera. And Mowgli looked at him
steadily between the eyes. The big panther turned his head away
in half a minute.
"That is why," he said, shifting his paw on the leaves. "Not
even I can look thee between the eyes, and I was born among men,
and I love thee, Little Brother. The others they hate thee
because their eyes cannot meet thine; because thou art wise;
because thou hast pulled out thorns from their feet--because
The Jungle Book
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton:
and glanced at the little enamelled clock which had been one of
"Time to dress, isn't it? Shall you mind if I leave you to dine
with Streffy, and whoever else is coming? I'd rather like a
long tramp, and no more talking just at present except with
He passed her by and walked rapidly out of the room. Susy stood
motionless, unable to lift a detaining hand or to find a final
word of appeal. On her disordered dressing-table Mrs.
Vanderlyn's gifts glittered in the rosy lamp-light.
Yes: men were different, as he said.