|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad:
this meeting of their glances became for a moment inexpressibly vile,
for he was afraid she would say too much and make magnanimity
impossible, while behind the profound mournfulness of her face there
was a regret--a regret of things done--the regret of delay--the
thought that if she had only turned back a week sooner--a day
sooner--only an hour sooner. . . . They were afraid to hear again the
sound of their voices; they did not know what they might say--perhaps
something that could not be recalled; and words are more terrible than
facts. But the tricky fatality that lurks in obscure impulses spoke
through Alvan Hervey's lips suddenly; and he heard his own voice with
the excited and sceptical curiosity with which one listens to actors'
Tales of Unrest
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
She smiled at my pretention to have discovered his charm.
"I assure you, miss, I do nothing else! What will you say, then?"
she immediately added.
"In answer to the letter?" I had made up my mind. "Nothing."
"And to his uncle?"
I was incisive. "Nothing."
"And to the boy himself?"
I was wonderful. "Nothing."
She gave with her apron a great wipe to her mouth. "Then I'll stand by you.
We'll see it out."
"We'll see it out!" I ardently echoed, giving her my hand to make
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac:
"Say what you will of him, he lays by twenty thousand francs a year
with his notary."
As Grassou took a creditable part on the occasion of the riots of May
12th he was appointed an officer of the Legion of honor. He is a major
in the National Guard. The Museum of Versailles felt it incumbent to
order a battle-piece of so excellent a citizen, who thereupon walked
about Paris to meet his old comrades and have the happiness of saying
"The King has given me an order for the Museum of Versailles."
Madame de Fougeres adores her husband, to whom she has presented two
children. This painter, a good father and a good husband, is unable to