|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Lover's Complaint by William Shakespeare:
His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
Yet if men mov'd him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
'Well could he ride, and often men would say
That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman:
glimpse of his uncle Jonathan in the study, writing.
At the right of the door was his father's office. The
door of that was open, and Johnny saw his father
pouring things from bottles. He did not look at
Johnny. His mother crossed the hall. She had
on a long white apron, which she wore when making
her famous cream shortcakes. She saw Johnny,
but merely observed, "Go and wash your face and
hands, Johnny; it is nearly supper-time."
Johnny went up-stairs. At the upper landing he
found his aunt Janet waiting for him. "Come
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov:
voice. "I would go, but where am I to get it? I haven't a
farthing. Pff! . . . heartburn!"
My uncle stopped to look dejectedly at the grey, overcast
prospect from the window, and began pacing to and fro again.
A silence followed. . . . Mother looked a long while at the ikon,
pondering something, then she began crying, and said:
"I'll give you the three thousand, brother. . . ."
Three days later the majestic boxes went off to the station, and
the privy councillor drove off after them. As he said good-bye to
mother he shed tears, and it was a long time before he took his
lips from her hands, but when he got into his carriage his face