|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery:
so much? You know I never use it except for the hired man's
porridge or black fruit cake. Jerry's gone and I've made my cake
long ago. It's not good sugar, either--it's coarse and
dark--William Blair doesn't usually keep sugar like that."
"I--I thought it might come in handy sometime," said Matthew,
making good his escape.
When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a
woman was required to cope with the situation. Marilla was out
of the question. Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on
his project at once. Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other
woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs.
Anne of Green Gables
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:
combine the efforts of so many of them to deceive him.
"Yes," assented Jimmy sadly, "we are all 'in it.' "
"Well, she's a great actress," decided Alfred, with the air of a
"She sure is," admitted Donneghey, more and more disgruntled as
he felt his reputation for detecting fraud slipping from him.
"She put up a phoney story about the kid being hers," he added.
"But I could tell she wasn't on the level. Good-night, sir," he
called to Alfred, and ignoring Jimmy, he passed quickly from the
"Oh, officer," Alfred called after him. "Hang around downstairs.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Unseen World and Other Essays by John Fiske:
one which Van Dyck or Tintoretto might have painted in a few
hours? So in the churches of Naples and Spain we find statues
coloured and draped, saints clothed in real coats, with their
skin yellow and bloodless, their hands bleeding, and their feet
bruised; and beside them Madonnas in royal habiliments, in gala
dresses of lustrous silk, adorned with diadems, precious
necklaces, bright ribbons, and elegant laces, with their cheeks
rosy, their eyes brilliant, their eyelashes sweeping. And by this
excess of literal imitation, there is awakened a feeling, not of
pleasure, but always of repugnance, often of disgust, and
sometimes of horror So in literature, the ancient Greek theatre,
The Unseen World and Other Essays