| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: down.
"No ice! No ice! No ice!" she shouted gaily.
And Dennis chimed in from under his hat. "Only to be had from the
fishmonger's."
And Bill Hunt, emerging, added, "With whole fish in it."
"Oh, what a bore!" wailed Isabel. And she explained to William how they
had been chasing round the town for ice while she waited for him. "Simply
everything is running down the steep cliffs into the sea, beginning with
the butter."
"We shall have to anoint ourselves with butter," said Dennis. "May thy
head, William, lack not ointment."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: somewhat more angrily than befitted men so pious in the opinion of
the people." So Buchanan himself puts it: but, to do the poor
friars justice, they must have been angels, not men, if they did not
writhe somewhat under the scourge which he had laid on them. To be
told that there was hardly a place in heaven for monks, was hard to
hear and bear. They accused him to the king of heresy; but not
being then in favour with James, they got no answer, and Buchanan
was commanded to repeat the castigation. Having found out that the
friars were not to be touched with impunity, he wrote, he says, a
short and ambiguous poem. But the king, who loved a joke, demanded
something sharp and stinging, and Buchanan obeyed by writing, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James: was a question of extracting gold from me, and I privately rejoiced
at the happy thought I had had in suspending my tribute. She had
missed it and she was willing to make a concession to bring it back.
At the first sign of this concession I could only go to meet her.
"I am afraid you have not had many, of late, but they shall begin
again immediately--tomorrow, tonight."
"Oh, do send us some tonight!" Miss Tita cried, as if it
were an immense circumstance.
"What else should you do with them? It isn't a manly taste to make a bower
of your room," the old woman remarked.
"I don't make a bower of my room, but I am exceedingly fond of growing
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