|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad:
"And quite enough, too, in this awful heat," I said.
Another pause full of mistrust followed. Necessity, they say, is mother
of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.
And I was afraid he would ask me point-blank for news of my other self.
"Nice little saloon, isn't it?" I remarked, as if noticing for the first
time the way his eyes roamed from one closed door to the other.
"And very well fitted out, too. Here, for instance," I continued,
reaching over the back of my seat negligently and flinging the door open,
"is my bathroom."
He made an eager movement, but hardly gave it a glance.
I got up, shut the door of the bathroom, and invited him to have
The Secret Sharer
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber:
the time the life of ease claimed him, even the ghost of that
ruddy wight of boyhood had vanished.
The Westerveld ancestry was as Dutch as the name. It had been
hundreds of years since the first Westervelds came to America,
and they had married and intermarried until the original Holland
strain had almost entirely disappeared. They had drifted to
southern Illinois by one of those slow processes of migration and
had settled in Calhoun County, then almost a wilderness, but
magnificent with its rolling hills, majestic rivers, and
gold-and-purple distances. But to the practical Westerveld mind,
hills and rivers and purple haze existed only in their relation
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James:
wanting: he couldn't do his sum till he had got all his figures.
He dressed and drove quickly, so that by half-past eleven he was at
Manchester Square. There were a good many carriages at the door -
a party was going on; a circumstance which at the last gave him a
slight relief, for now he would rather see her in a crowd. People
passed him on the staircase; they were going away, going "on" with
the hunted herdlike movement of London society at night. But
sundry groups remained in the drawing-room, and it was some
minutes, as she didn't hear him announced, before he discovered and
spoke to her. In this short interval he had seen St. George
talking to a lady before the fireplace; but he at once looked away,