|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell:
they fell asleep and slept for about half an hour.
Winston woke first. He sat up and watched the freckled face, still
peacefully asleep, pillowed on the palm of her hand. Except for her mouth,
you could not call her beautiful. There was a line or two round the eyes,
if you looked closely. The short dark hair was extraordinarily thick and
soft. It occurred to him that he still did not know her surname or where
The young, strong body, now helpless in sleep, awoke in him a pitying,
protecting feeling. But the mindless tenderness that he had felt under
the hazel tree, while the thrush was singing, had not quite come back.
He pulled the overalls aside and studied her smooth white flank. In the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber:
straight, clever nose, and the softly bright brown eyes, all
so strangely pinched and shrunken-looking now----
Fanny got to her feet, with a noisy scraping of the chair on
the stone floor. The vague, half-formed prayer died at
birth. She found her way out of the dim, quiet little
chapel, up the long aisle and out the great door. She
shivered a little in the cold of the early January morning
as she hurried toward the Broadway subway.
At nine-thirty she was standing at a counter in the infants'
wear section at Best's, making mental notes while the
unsuspecting saleswoman showed her how the pink ribbon in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry:
"Two hundred," repeated Garvey. "Thar's the money."
A sudden passion flared up in Goree's brain. He
struck the table with his fist. One of the bills flipped
over and touched his hand. He flinched as if something
had stung him.
"Do you come to me," he shouted, "seriously with such
a ridiculous, insulting, darned-fool proposition?"
"It's fa'r and squar'," said the squirrel hunter, but he
reached out his hand as if to take back the money; and
then Goree knew that his own flurry of rage had not been
from pride or resentment, but from anger at himself,