|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen:
will be a good job, however. The maids do their work
very well, and I think we shall be able to send back
some dozens of the rings. There is no occasion to put
them so very close together. I _am_ of some use, I hope,
in preventing waste and making the most of things.
There should always be one steady head to superintend
so many young ones. I forgot to tell Tom of something
that happened to me this very day. I had been looking
about me in the poultry-yard, and was just coming out,
when who should I see but Dick Jackson making up
to the servants' hall-door with two bits of deal board
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen:
disappeared as suddenly as she came, and they saw nothing of
her till about the time of the Paul Street case. At first she
came to her old haunts only occasionally, then more frequently,
and finally took up her abode there as before, and remained for
six or eight months. It's of no use my going into details as
to the life that woman led; if you want particulars you can
look at Meyrick's legacy. Those designs were not drawn from
his imagination. She again disappeared, and the people of the
place saw nothing of her till a few months ago. My informant
told me that she had taken some rooms in a house which he
pointed out, and these rooms she was in the habit of visiting
The Great God Pan
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The American by Henry James:
Newman felt that decidedly his companion was more and more confidential--
that if luxury is corrupting, Mrs. Bread's conservative habits were
already relaxed by the spiritual comfort of this preconcerted interview,
in a remarkable locality, with a free-spoken millionaire.
All his native shrewdness admonished him that his part was simply
to let her take her time--let the charm of the occasion work.
So he said nothing; he only looked at her kindly. Mrs. Bread sat
nursing her lean elbows. "My lady once did me a great wrong,"
she went on at last. "She has a terrible tongue when she is vexed.
It was many a year ago, but I have never forgotten it. I have never
mentioned it to a human creature; I have kept my grudge to myself.