|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson:
had a strange notion of the dry land, picked up from sailor's
stories: that it was a place where lads were put to some kind of
slavery called a trade, and where apprentices were continually
lashed and clapped into foul prisons. In a town, he thought
every second person a decoy, and every third house a place in
which seamen would be drugged and murdered. To be sure, I would
tell him how kindly I had myself been used upon that dry land he
was so much afraid of, and how well fed and carefully taught both
by my friends and my parents: and if he had been recently hurt,
he would weep bitterly and swear to run away; but if he was in
his usual crackbrain humour, or (still more) if he had had a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells:
personality; this amiable presence dispelled his preconceived
Dr. Martineau, a little out of breath as though he had been
running upstairs, with his hands in his trouser pockets,
seemed intent only on disavowals. "People come here and talk.
It does them good, and sometimes I am able to offer a
"Talking to someone who understands a little," he expanded
"I'm jangling damnably...overwork.. . . ."
"Not overwork," Dr. Martineau corrected. "Not overwork.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac:
imperceptible descent to love another woman and make a second home.
And do not imagine that I am singular; there are in this city
thousands of husbands, all led by various causes to live this twofold
"Great God!" cried the Countess. "How heavy is the cross Thou hast
laid on me to bear! If the husband Thou hast given me here below in
Thy wrath can only be made happy through my death, take me to
"If you had always breathed such admirable sentiments and such
devotion, we should be happy yet," said the Count coldly.
"Indeed," cried Angelique, melting into a flood of tears, "forgive me