| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: fortnight's holiday. What happened at Haslemere when I left?
FRANK. Nothing at all. I said youd gone to town on particular
business.
VIVIE. Well?
FRANK. Well, either they were too flabbergasted to say anything,
or else Crofts had prepared your mother. Anyhow, she didnt say
anything; and Crofts didnt say anything; and Praddy only stared.
After tea they got up and went; and Ive not seen them since.
VIVIE [nodding placidly with one eye on a wreath of smoke] Thats
all right.
FRANK [looking round disparagingly] Do you intend to stick in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: against a white wall. That came into the impression somehow,
though I don't clearly remember how, and there were horse-chestnut
leaves upon the clean pavement outside the green door. They were
blotched yellow and green, you know, not brown nor dirty, so that
they must have been new fallen. I take it that means October. I
look out for horse-chestnut leaves every year, and I ought to know.
"If I'm right in that, I was about five years and four months old."
He was, he said, rather a precocious little boy--he learned to
talk at an abnormally early age, and he was so sane and
"old-fashioned," as people say, that he was permitted an amount of
initiative that most children scarcely attain by seven or eight.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: held for him, and raising her eyes to his, she said suddenly: "I
left her two months ago."
Rosedale continued to fumble awkwardly with the tea-pot, and she
felt sure that he had heard what had been said of her. But what
was there that Rosedale did not hear?
"Wasn't it a soft berth?" he enquired, with an attempt at
lightness.
"Too soft--one might have sunk in too deep." Lily rested one arm
on the edge of the table, and sat looking at him more intently
than she had ever looked before. An uncontrollable impulse was
urging her to put her case to this man, from whose curiosity she
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