| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: a little ashamed of the truth. "Do you? I've been too busy."
"I'm just beginning--just as we were then. Things happen."
He sucked at his pipe for a space and stared at the plaster cast
of a flayed hand that hung on the wall.
"The fact is, Ponderevo, I'm beginning to find life a most
extraordinary queer set-out; the things that pull one, the things
that don't. The wants--This business of sex. It's a net. No
end to it, no way out of it, no sense in it. There are times
when women take possession of me, when my mind is like a painted
ceiling at Hampton Court with the pride of the flesh sprawling
all over it. WHY?... And then again sometimes when I have to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: Suddenly he stiffened. "En voila une affaire! This lock has been
forced."
"What?"
Poirot laid down the case again.
"But who forced it? Why should they? When? But the door was
locked?" These exclamations burst from us disjointedly.
Poirot answered them categorically--almost mechanically.
"Who? That is the question. Why? Ah, if I only knew. When?
Since I was here an hour ago. As to the door being locked, it is
a very ordinary lock. Probably any other of the doorkeys in this
passage would fit it."
The Mysterious Affair at Styles |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: the delirium of fever.
The night was not a cheerful one, and morning came gloomily out
of a gray bank of mist. Cleggett, as he looked about the boat in
the first pale light, could not resist a slight feeling of
depression, courageous as he was. The wounded man gibbered in a
bunk in the forecastle. The box of Reginald Maltravers stood on
one end, leaning against the port side of the cabin, and dripped
steadily. Elmer, wrapped in blankets, lay on the deck near the
box of Reginald Maltravers, looking even more dejected in slumber
than when his eyes were open. Teddy, the Pomeranian, was
snuggled against Elmer's feet, but, as if a prey to frightful
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