|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell:
had been a natural one.
"I never knew Mr. O'Hara in his prime like you all done. All I
knew personally was a fine old gentleman who was a mite addled.
But I've heard tell from you all 'bout what he used to be like.
And I want to say this. He was a fightin' Irishman and a Southern
gentleman and as loyal a Confederate as ever lived. You can't get
no better combination than that. And we ain't likely to see many
more like him, because the times that bred men like him are as dead
as he is. He was born in a furrin country but the man we're
buryin' here today was more of a Georgian than any of us mournin'
him. He lived our life, he loved our land and, when you come right
Gone With the Wind
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad:
feared, be quite prudent, perhaps; and the opaque
black shadow under one of the two big trees left at the
landing-place swallowed them up, impenetrably dense,
by the side of the wide river, that seemed to spin into
threads of glitter the light of a few big stars dropped
here and there upon its outspread and flowing stillness.
"The situation is grave beyond doubt," Mr. Van Wyk
said. Ghost-like in their white clothes they could not
distinguish each others' features, and their feet made
no sound on the soft earth. A sort of purring was
heard. Mr. Sterne felt gratified by such a beginning.
End of the Tether
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
winked at me over his shoulder; then he unfastened the curtains and
bent forward. Behind him, I saw him stiffen, heard his muttered
exclamation, saw the bluish pallor that spread over his face and
neck. As he retreated a step the interior of lower ten lay open to
The man in it was on his back, the early morning sun striking full
on his upturned face. But the light did not disturb him. A small
stain of red dyed the front of his night clothes and trailed across
the sheet; his half-open eyes were fixed, without seeing, on the
shining wood above.
I grasped the porter's shaking shoulders and stared down to where
The Man in Lower Ten