|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris:
friend or the beheading of an enemy. He had absolute say over the
life or death, the happiness or suffering, of millions of people of
every rank and degree, from the most exalted noble in a seaside
mansion to the most unfortunate street urchin in a grimy and
stifling hovel. Such a thought sometimes gave the king half a
smile, but he was still not happy.
"Perhaps what the king needs is love," said the eunuch in charge of
the king's harem. "If he would marry a new variety of ever more
beautiful wives, he would perchance find happiness among them." So
the king decided to realize this scenario in three dimensions and
searched throughout his kingdom for the most desirable women he
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson:
well; and must walk about and drop me curtseys to display them and to
be admired. I am sure I did it with an ill grace, for I thought to
have choked upon the words.
"Well," she said, "if you will not be caring for my pretty clothes, see
what I have done with our two chambers." And she showed me the place
all very finely swept, and the fires glowing in the two chimneys.
I was glad of a chance to seem a little more severe than I quite felt.
"Catriona," said I, "I am very much displeased with you, and you must
never again lay a hand upon my room. One of us two must have the rule
while we are here together; it is most fit it should be I who am both
the man and the elder; and I give you that for my command."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James:
being weak, he waked up to another matter beside. It all hung
together; they were subject, he and the great vagueness, to an
equal and indivisible law. When the possibilities themselves had
accordingly turned stale, when the secret of the gods had grown
faint, had perhaps even quite evaporated, that, and that only, was
failure. It wouldn't have been failure to be bankrupt,
dishonoured, pilloried, hanged; it was failure not to be anything.
And so, in the dark valley into which his path had taken its
unlooked-for twist, he wondered not a little as he groped. He
didn't care what awful crash might overtake him, with what ignominy
or what monstrosity he might yet he associated--since he wasn't