| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: below her window showed that he had returned to the
porch. She seated herself on her bed and began to
struggle against the desire to go down and ask him what
had happened. "I'd rather die than do it," she
muttered to herself. With a word he could have
relieved her uncertainty: but never would she gratify
him by saying it.
She rose and leaned out of the window. The twilight
had deepened into night, and she watched the frail
curve of the young moon dropping to the edge of the
hills. Through the darkness she saw one or two figures
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: He has nothing but his handsome face to offer, and there is
a substantial Mr. Miller in that mysterious land of dollars.
Giovanelli knows that he hasn't a title to offer.
If he were only a count or a marchese! He must wonder
at his luck, at the way they have taken him up."
"He accounts for it by his handsome face and thinks Miss
Miller a young lady qui se passe ses fantaisies!"
said Mrs. Costello.
"It is very true," Winterbourne pursued, "that Daisy and her mamma
have not yet risen to that stage of--what shall I call it?--of culture
at which the idea of catching a count or a marchese begins.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays & Lectures by Oscar Wilde: And yet such things may not be taught. Right ideas concerning them
can certainly be obtained only by those who have been accustomed to
rooms that are beautiful and colours that are satisfying.
Perhaps one of the most difficult things for us to do is to choose
a notable and joyous dress for men. There would be more joy in
life if we were to accustom ourselves to use all the beautiful
colours we can in fashioning our own clothes. The dress of the
future, I think, will use drapery to a great extent and will abound
with joyous colour. At present we have lost all nobility of dress
and, in doing so, have almost annihilated the modern sculptor.
And, in looking around at the figures which adorn our parks, one
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