| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: victim of a complaint so painful, and for my mother, the subject of
a certain slight. "I'm sure I don't want him!" said my mother, but
Flora added some promise of how she would handle him for his
rudeness. She would clearly never explain anything by any failure
of her own appeal. There rolled over me while she took leave of us
and floated back to her friends a wave of superstitious dread. I
seemed somehow to see her go forth to her fate, and yet what should
fill out this orb of a high destiny if not such beauty and such
joy? I had a dim idea that Lord Considine was a great proprietor,
and though there mingled with it a faint impression that I
shouldn't like his son the result of the two images was a whimsical
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agesilaus by Xenophon: ad x. 4 of his edition.
XI
It only remains for me, under the form of headings,[1] to review the
topic of this great man's virtue, in hopes that thus his eulogy may
cling to the memory more lastingly.
[1] Or, as others think, "in a summary."
Agesilaus reverenced the shrines and sacred places even of the enemy.
We ought, he said, to make the gods our allies on hostile no less than
on friendly soil.
He would do no violence to a suppliant, no, not even if he were his
own foe; since how irrational must it be to stigmatise robbers of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: hurried down the street toward the railroad station, where the two
lines touching Weymouthville met. As he had expected and feared, he
saw there Mr. Robert, standing in the shadow of the building, waiting
for the train. He held the satchel in his hand.
When Uncle Bushrod came within twenty yards of the bank president,
standing like a huge, gray ghost by the station wall, sudden
perturbation seized him. The rashness and audacity of the thing he had
come to do struck him fully. He would have been happy could he have
turned and fled from the possibilities of the famous Weymouth wrath.
But again he saw, in his fancy, the white reproachful face of Miss
Letty, and the distressed looks of Nan and Guy, should he fail in his
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