| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: "Yes, but--"
"There ain't any buts. We've always wanted a clock and now
we've got one: that's all there is about it. Ain't she a beauty,
Evelina?" Ann Eliza, putting back the kettle on the stove, leaned
over her sister's shoulder to pass an approving hand over the
circular rim of the clock. "Hear how loud she ticks. I was afraid
you'd hear her soon as you come in."
"No. I wasn't thinking," murmured Evelina.
"Well, ain't you glad now?" Ann Eliza gently reproached her.
The rebuke had no acerbity, for she knew that Evelina's seeming
indifference was alive with unexpressed scruples.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: is on the outside."
Trenchard, who was by way of enjoying himself now, stepped briskly down
the hall to do as his friend bade him, with a wary eye on the
tything-men. But never so much as a finger did they dare to lift. Mr.
Wilding's calm was too deadly; they had seen a man in earnest before
this, and they knew his appearance now. From the doorway Trenchard
called Mr. Wilding.
"I must be going, Your Grace," said the latter very courteously, "but
I shall not be so wanting in deference to His Majesty's august
representatives as to turn my back upon you." Saying which, he walked
backwards, holding his pistol level, until he had reached Trenchard and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: the STAR FLOUR MILLS would be landed on the wharves of
Liverpool. For that, too, is one of England's outposts;
thither, to this gaunt mill, across the Atlantic and Pacific
deeps and round about the icy Horn, this crowd of great,
three-masted, deep-sea ships come, bringing nothing, and
return with bread.
The Frisby House, for that was the name of the hotel, was a
place of fallen fortunes, like the town. It was now given up
to labourers, and partly ruinous. At dinner there was the
ordinary display of what is called in the west a TWO-BIT
HOUSE: the tablecloth checked red and white, the plague of
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