| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: every empty bottle be in their place as perfect now as
at the beginning, and not one stole at all.
"I'm sure I don't deserve half the praise you give
me." said the virtuous thief, grimly.
"Well, I'll say this for Pennyways." added Coggan,
"that whenever he do really make up his mind to do a
noble thing in the shape of a good action, as I could
see by his face he. did to-night afore sitting down, he's
generally able to carry it out. Yes, I'm proud to say.
neighbours, that he's stole nothing at all.
"Well." -- 'tis an honest deed, and we thank ye for it,
Far From the Madding Crowd |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: the length of showing a fatherly interest in Clarissa Vanderlyn.
He was always charming to children, but fitfully and warily,
with an eye on his independence, and on the possibility of being
suddenly bored by them; Susy had never seen him abandon these
precautions so completely as he did with Clarissa.
"Poor little devil! Who looks after her when you and Nick are
off together? Do you mean to tell me Ellie sacked the governess
and went away without having anyone to take her place?"
"I think she expected me to do it," said Susy with a touch of
asperity. There were moments when her duty to Clarissa weighed
on her somewhat heavily; whenever she went off alone with Nick
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: took a book out of his pocket, and Sabina went back to her sewing. Sitting
there in the corner, she listened to the sound of the leaves being turned
and the loud ticking of the clock that hung over the gilt mirror. She
wanted to look at him again--there was a something about him, in his deep
voice, even in the way his clothes fitted. From the room above she heard
the heavy dragging sound of Frau Lehmann's footsteps, and again the old
thoughts worried Sabina. If she herself should one day look like
that--feel like that! Yet it would be very sweet to have a little baby to
dress and jump up and down.
"Fraulein--what's your name--what are you smiling at?" called the Young
Man.
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