| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: to light a cigarette. He was just restoring the case to his
pocket when he heard a hurried step behind him, and the lustrous-
eyed young man advanced through the glass doors of the dining-
room.
"Pardon me, sir," he said in measured English, and with an
intonation of exquisite politeness; "you have let this letter
fall."
Wyant, recognizing his friend's note of introduction to Doctor
Lombard, took it with a word of thanks, and was about to turn
away when he perceived that the eyes of his fellow diner remained
fixed on him with a gaze of melancholy interrogation.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: there every Saturday morning--well, as I was saying, Rivers and
Miss Bessemer came upon our party rather unexpectedly. We were
all togged out in our golfing bags, and I presume we looked more
like tailor's models, posing for the gallery, than people who were
taking an outing; but Rivers and Miss Bessemer had been regularly
exercising; looked as though they had done their fifteen miles
since morning. They had their old clothes on, and they were dusty
and muddy.
"You would have thought that a young girl such as Miss Bessemer
is--for she's very young--would have been a little embarrassed at
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: proceeded to gather into his arms the victim's wildly waving legs.
But Jan upreared in his Berserker rage; bleeding, frothing,
cursing; five frozen years thawing into sudden hell. They swayed
backward and forward, panted, sweated, like some cyclopean, many-
legged monster rising from the lower deeps. The slush-lamp went
over, drowned in its own fat, while the midday twilight scarce
percolated through the dirty canvas of the tent.
"For the love of Gawd, Jan, get yer senses back!" pleaded Red
Bill. "We ain't goin' to hurt yeh, 'r kill yeh, 'r anythin' of
that sort. Jes' want to hang yeh, that's all, an' you a-messin'
round an' rampagin' somethin' terrible. To think of travellin'
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