| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: her. The mother received the burden with a wail of anguish;
the other Irishwomen pressed around her with the dense and
suffocating sympathy of their nation. Hope bade one and another
run for a physician, but nobody stirred. There was no surgical
aid within a mile or more. Hope looked round in despair, then
glanced at her own disordered garments.
"As sure as you live!" shouted a well-known voice from a
carriage which had stopped behind them. "If that isn't Hope
what's-her-name, wish I may never! Here's a lark! Let me come
there!" And the speaker pushed through the crowd.
"Miss Ingleside," said Hope, decisively, "this child's arm is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: while an exiguous and hesitating lift bore her up past a
succession of shabby landings.
When the last was reached, and her guide had directed her
down a winding passage that smelt of sea-going luggage, she
found herself before a door through which a strong odour of
tobacco reached her simultaneously with the sounds of a
suppressed altercation. Her knock was followed by a
silence, and after a minute or two the door was opened by a
handsome young man whose ruffled hair and general air of
creased disorder led her to conclude that he had just risen
from a long-limbed sprawl on a sofa strewn with tumbled
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: fire which should end the affair in a conflagration. On the eleventh
day, at the dinner-table, he thought it wise to inform old Perez,
under seal of secrecy, that the reason of his separation from his
family was an ill-assorted marriage. This false revelation was an
infamous thing in view of the nocturnal drama which was being played
under that roof. Montefiore, an experienced rake, was preparing for
the finale of that drama which he foresaw and enjoyed as an artist who
loves his art. He expected to leave before long, and without regret,
the house and his love. It would happen, he thought, in this way:
Juana, after waiting for him in vain for several nights, would risk
her life, perhaps, in asking Perez what had become of his guest; and
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