|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
"A pistol shot," said the Englishman, closing the bosom.
The Englishman looked up at him with a keen light in his eye.
"I told you he would not kill that nigger.--See--here--" He took up the
knife which had fallen from Peter Halket's grasp, and fitted it into a
piece of the cut leather that lay on the earth.
"But you don't think--" The Colonial stared at him with wide open eyes;
then he glanced round at the Captain's tent.
"Yes, I think that-- Go and fetch his great-coat; we'll put him in it. If
it is no use talking while a man is alive, it is no use talking when he is
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte:
business is to live without him now: nothing so absurd, so weak as
to drag on from day to day, as if I were waiting some impossible
change in circumstances, which might reunite me to him. Of course
(as St. John once said) I must seek another interest in life to
replace the one lost: is not the occupation he now offers me truly
the most glorious man can adopt or God assign? Is it not, by its
noble cares and sublime results, the one best calculated to fill the
void left by uptorn affections and demolished hopes? I believe I
must say, Yes--and yet I shudder. Alas! If I join St. John, I
abandon half myself: if I go to India, I go to premature death.
And how will the interval between leaving England for India, and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf:
with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a
little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some
reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they
sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next
them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public.
Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on
the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary
Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and
remarked to Ralph:
"That was what I call a first-rate paper."
Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the