|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy:
waiting there hours and hours, and at last I thought I must try to
"Bless my soul, I'd quite forgot," said Giles.
What he had forgotten was that there was a thousand young fir-
trees to be planted in a neighboring spot which had been cleared
by the wood-cutters, and that he had arranged to plant them with
his own hands. He had a marvellous power of making trees grow.
Although he would seem to shovel in the earth quite carelessly,
there was a sort of sympathy between himself and the fir, oak, or
beech that he was operating on, so that the roots took hold of the
soil in a few days. When, on the other hand, any of the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov:
and abominations, while they, like sheep, are stupid,
indifferent, and don't understand. My God! My God!"
It was clear to him, too, that everything that is called human
dignity, personal rights, the Divine image and semblance, were
defiled to their very foundations -- "to the very marrow," as
drunkards say -- and that not only the street and the stupid
women were responsible for it.
A group of students, white with snow, passed him laughing and
talking gaily; one, a tall thin fellow, stopped, glanced into
Vassilyev's face, and said in a drunken voice:
"One of us! A bit on, old man? Aha-ha! Never mind, have a good
The Schoolmistress and Other Stories
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
remember you ever admiring frankly any political or social
success. I ask myself what after all you could possibly have
expected from life."
"I could never have expected to hear such a speech from you. As
to what I did expect! . . . I must have been very stupid."
"No, you are anything but that," declared Mr. Travers,
conscientiously. "It isn't stupidity." He hesitated for a moment.
"It's a kind of wilfulness, I think. I preferred not to think
about this grievous difference in our points of view, which, you
will admit, I could not have possibly foreseen before we. . . ."
A sort of solemn embarrassment had come over Mr. Travers. Mrs.