|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:
think?" And in the silence which ensued and amid the whispered
muttering of the two old women at strife over their game, the sound
of rapid footsteps ascended from the back stairs. It was Nana at
last. Before she had opened the door her breathlessness became
audible. She bounced abruptly in, looking very red in the face.
Her skirt, the string of which must have been broken, was trailing
over the stairs, and her flounces had just been dipped in a puddle
of something unpleasant which had oozed out on the landing of the
first floor, where the servant girl was a regular slut.
"Here you are! It's lucky!" said Mme Lerat, pursing up her lips,
for she was still vexed at Mme Maloir's "five hundred." "You may
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley:
heron come flying mast-high toward the rocks, and hover
awhile before them, as if looking for a passage through.
Then he cried, 'Hera has sent us a pilot; let us follow the
Then the heron flapped to and fro a moment, till he saw a
hidden gap, and into it he rushed like an arrow, while the
heroes watched what would befall.
And the blue rocks clashed together as the bird fled swiftly
through; but they struck but a feather from his tail, and
then rebounded apart at the shock.
Then Tiphys cheered the heroes, and they shouted; and the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Frederick Douglass:
the older boys to impose upon me, and would divide
his cakes with me.
I was seldom whipped by my old master, and suf-
fered little from any thing else than hunger and
cold. I suffered much from hunger, but much more
from cold. In hottest summer and coldest winter, I
was kept almost naked--no shoes, no stockings, no
jacket, no trousers, nothing on but a coarse tow linen
shirt, reaching only to my knees. I had no bed. I
must have perished with cold, but that, the coldest
The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave