|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov:
me with tea and jam. . . . In a word, not to make a long story of
it, I must tell you, old man, a year had not passed before the
Evil One, the enemy of all mankind, confounded me. I began to
notice that any day I didn't go to see her, I seemed out of sorts
and dull. And I'd be continually making up something that I must
see her about: 'It's high time,' I'd say to myself, 'to put the
double windows in for the winter,' and the whole day I'd idle
away over at her place putting in the windows and take good care
to leave a couple of them over for the next day too.
" 'I ought to count over Vasya's pigeons, to see none of them
have strayed,' and so on. I used always to be talking to her
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair:
enemy; and when they find themselves in position to avenge their
inferiority, they are ferocious."
"But what could the woman do?"
"What could she do? She could bring legal proceedings against
"But she is much too stupid to have that idea."
"Others will put it into her mind."
"She is too poor to pay the preliminary expenses."
"And do you propose then to profit by her ignorance and
stupidity? Besides, she could obtain judicial assistance."
"Why, surely," exclaimed Madame Dupont, "such a thing was never
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
the leaves, the rain-call of the tree frog, the caw of crows from distant
hilltops, the sweet songs of the thrush and oriole, were blended together
But suddenly the hunter raised his head. A note, deeper than the others, a
little too strong, came from far down the shaded hollow. To Wetzel's trained
ear it was a discord. He manifested no more than this attention, for the
birdcall was the signal he had been awaiting. He whistled a note in answer
that was as deep and clear as the one which had roused him.
Moments passed. There was no repetition of the sound. The songs of the other
birds had ceased. Besides Wetzel there was another intruder in the woods.
Mose lifted his shaggy head and growled. The hunter patted the dog. In a few
The Spirit of the Border