|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:
creatures who understood neither him nor themselves, and he had had
the boyishness to dissect and criticise even so small a matter as the
riddler's definition of mind. He snorted aloud with zealotry and the
lust for intellectual battle. Anything, whatever it was, that seemed
to him likely to discourage the continued passionate production of
corn and steam-engines he resented like a conspiracy against the
people. Thus, when I put in the plea for literature, that it was
only in good books, or in the society of the good, that a man could
get help in his conduct, he declared I was in a different world from
him. 'Damn my conduct!' said he. 'I have given it up for a bad job.
My question is, "Can I drive a nail?"' And he plainly looked upon me
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain:
which you could have gotten hold of the test-remark; I alone, of
living men, possessed the secret of its wording."
There was likely to be a scandalous state of things if this went on;
everybody noticed with distress that the shorthand scribes were
scribbling like mad; many people were crying "Chair, chair! Order!
order!" Burgess rapped with his gavel, and said:
"Let us not forget the proprieties due. There has evidently been a
mistake somewhere, but surely that is all. If Mr. Wilson gave me an
envelope--and I remember now that he did--I still have it."
He took one out of his pocket, opened it, glanced at it, looked
surprised and worried, and stood silent a few moments. Then he
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy:
alone? What nonsense! I don't want to. I will call him at
'Father Sergius, Father Sergius! Sergey Dmitrich! Prince
Beyond the partition all was silent.
'Listen! This is cruel. I would not call you if it were not
necessary. I am ill. I don't know what is the matter with me!'
she exclaimed in a tone of suffering. 'Oh! Oh!' she groaned,
falling back on the bench. And strange to say she really felt
that her strength was failing, that she was becoming faint, that
everything in her ached, and that she was shivering with fever.