| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: weak voice. " He left the service at the same time as you did. He
was a soldier, and now, to be sure, he is at Petersburg at a
hydropathic establishment. The doctor treats the sick with water.
So he, to be sure, is house-porter at the doctor's."
"Here it is written down," said the old woman, taking a letter
out of her pocket. "We got it from Yefimya, goodness knows when.
Maybe they are no longer in this world."
Yegor thought a little and began writing rapidly:
"At the present time"-- he wrote -- "since your destiny through
your own doing allotted you to the Military Career, we counsel
you to look into the Code of Disciplinary Offences and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: crossed it.
They was one thing in that house I always
admired when I was a kid. And that was a big
cistern. Most people has their cisterns outside
their house, and they is a tin pipe takes all the rain
water off the roof and scoots it into them. Ourn
worked the same, but our cistern was right in under
our kitchen floor, and they was a trap door with
leather hinges opened into it right by the kitchen
stove. But that wasn't why I was so proud of it.
It was because that cistern was jest plumb full of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: He laughed heartily. 'Your ladyship is so much changed,'
said he, 'that I no longer expect any one thing more than any
other.'
Immediately after, a white seaman entered the cabin, saluted
both Mr. Kentish and myself, and informed the officer there
was a sail in sight, which was bound to pass us very close,
and that Mr. Harland was in doubt about the colours.
'Being so near the island?' asked Mr. Kentish.
'That was what Mr. Harland said, sir,' returned the sailor,
with a scrape.
'Better not, I think,' said Mr. Kentish. 'My compliments to
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