| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: her tone, and that, indeed, coherently sustained its measured cadence
through the texture of fragments uttered by Charley and the others. Eliza
La Heu had now got herself altogether in hand, and, saving her pale
cheeks, no sign betrayed that the young girl's feelings had been so
recently too strong for her. To these strangers, ignorant of her usual
manner, her present strange quietness may very well have been accepted as
her habit.
"Thank you," she replied to munificent Charley's offer that she would use
his second automobile. She managed to make her polite words cut like a
scythe. "I should crowd it."
"But they shall get out and walk; it will be good for them," said
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: box still.
It is many years ago now; I was a girl of fifteen, and I went to visit in a
small up-country town. It was young in those days, and two days' journey
from the nearest village; the population consisted mainly of men. A few
were married, and had their wives and children, but most were single.
There was only one young girl there when I came. She was about seventeen,
fair, and rather fully-fleshed; she had large dreamy blue eyes, and wavy
light hair; full, rather heavy lips, until she smiled; then her face broke
into dimples, and all her white teeth shone. The hotel-keeper may have had
a daughter, and the farmer in the outskirts had two, but we never saw them.
She reigned alone. All the men worshipped her. She was the only woman
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: Italian."
Granice moved away from the mantel-piece, and walked across to
the tray set out with decanters and soda-water. He poured
himself a tall glass of soda-water, emptied it, and glanced at
Ascham's dead cigar.
"Better light another," he suggested.
The lawyer shook his head, and Granice went on with his tale. He
told of his mounting obsession--how the murderous impulse had
waked in him on the instant of his cousin's refusal, and he had
muttered to himself: "By God, if you won't, I'll make you." He
spoke more tranquilly as the narrative proceeded, as though his
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