| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: on their great point, which had long ago become a magnificent
matter of course. It was true that after she had said "You can
always come now, you know," the thing he was there for seemed
already to have happened. He asked her if it was the death of her
aunt that made the difference; to which she replied: "She never
knew I knew you. I wished her not to." The beautiful clearness of
her candour - her faded beauty was like a summer twilight -
disconnected the words from any image of deceit. They might have
struck him as the record of a deep dissimulation; but she had
always given him a sense of noble reasons. The vanished aunt was
present, as he looked about him, in the small complacencies of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: the muscular shoulders.
Suddenly she reined in her horse. She could do nothing but look, so brief was
the duration of the happening. Beneath and above was the almost perpendicular
bank. The path itself was barely wide enough for footing. Yet Washoe Ban,
whirling and rearing at the same time, toppled for a moment in the air and
fell backward off the path.
So unexpected and so quick was it, that the man was involved in the fall.
There had been no time for him to throw himself to the path. He was falling
ere he knew it, and he did the only thing possible--slipped the stirrups and
threw his body into the air, to the side, and at the same time down. It was
twelve feet to the rocks below. He maintained an upright position, his head up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: struggles and secrets and love-affairs and lies, she tracked and
stored up against them till she had at moments, in private, a
triumphant vicious feeling of mastery and ease, a sense of carrying
their silly guilty secrets in her pocket, her small retentive
brain, and thereby knowing so much more about them than they
suspected or would care to think. There were those she would have
liked to betray, to trip up, to bring down with words altered and
fatal; and all through a personal hostility provoked by the
lightest signs, by their accidents of tone and manner, by the
particular kind of relation she always happened instantly to feel.
There were impulses of various kinds, alternately soft and severe,
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