| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: But Dare caught him by the tails of his coat and brought him back to
earth.
"You are making a mistake, Mr. Fletcher," he cried angrily. "That horse
is mine.
Fletcher, whose temper was by no means of the most peaceful, kept
himself with difficulty in hand at the indignity Dare offered him.
"Yours?" quoth he.
"Aye, mine. I brought it from Ford Abbey myself."
"For the Duke's service," Fletcher reminded him. "For my own, sir; for
my own I would have you know." And brushing the Scot aside, he caught
the bridle, and sought to wrench it from Fletcher's hand.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: would then blithely carry her back to Leith for nothing and see her
safe in the hands of Mr. Gregory; and in the meanwhile carried us to a
late ordinary for the meal we stood in need of. He seemed extremely
friendly, as I say, but what surprised me a good deal, rather
boisterous in the bargain; and the cause of this was soon to appear.
For at the ordinary, calling for Rhenish wine and drinking of it deep,
he soon became unutterably tipsy. In this case, as too common with all
men, but especially with those of his rough trade, what little sense or
manners he possessed deserted him; and he behaved himself so scandalous
to the young lady, jesting most ill-favouredly at the figure she had
made on the ship's rail, that I had no resource but carry her suddenly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: up the day before. The remains of a rug showed that this place of
refuge had at one time been inhabited; at a short distance he saw some
palm trees full of dates. Then the instinct which binds us to life
awoke again in his heart. He hoped to live long enough to await the
passing of some Maugrabins, or perhaps he might hear the sound of
cannon; for at this time Bonaparte was traversing Egypt.
This thought gave him new life. The palm tree seemed to bend with the
weight of the ripe fruit. He shook some of it down. When he tasted
this unhoped-for manna, he felt sure that the palms had been
cultivated by a former inhabitant--the savory, fresh meat of the dates
were proof of the care of his predecessor. He passed suddenly from
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