|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber:
all. I've got to be. This butterfly existence has gone
on long enough. Norah, and Max, and Mr. Doctor Man, I am
Norah's hands crashed down on the piano keys with a
jangling discord. She swung about to face me.
"Not New York again, Dawn! Not New York!"
"I am afraid so," I answered.
Max--bless his great, brotherly heart-- rose and came
over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't you like it here, girlie? Want to be hauled
home on a shutter again, do you? You know that as long
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
I gathered her in my arms and crushed her to me, smothering
her mouth with a long, long kiss. It was the first time that
passion had tinged my intercourse with Ajor. We were alone,
and the hut was ours until morning.
But now from beyond the palisade in the direction of the main
gate came the hallooing of men and the answering calls and
queries of the guard. We listened. Returning hunters, no doubt.
We heard them enter the village amidst the barking dogs. I have
forgotten to mention the dogs of Kro-lu. The village swarmed
with them, gaunt, wolflike creatures that guarded the herd by
day when it grazed without the palisade, ten dogs to a cow.
The People That Time Forgot
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
and expulsion; until, within a couple of years, no one who had known
the school in former days would now have recognised it.
Nevertheless Tientietnikov, a youth of retiring disposition,
experienced no leanings towards the nocturnal orgies of his
companions, orgies during which the latter used to flirt with damsels
before the very windows of the headmaster's rooms, nor yet towards
their mockery of all that was sacred, simply because fate had cast in
their way an injudicious priest. No, despite its dreaminess, his soul
ever remembered its celestial origin, and could not be diverted from
the path of virtue. Yet still he hung his head, for, while his
ambition had come to life, it could find no sort of outlet. Truly