|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne:
but her husband, she said; - so I began a fresh score. - Monsieur
is so good, quoth she, as he pass'd by us, as to give himself the
trouble of feeling my pulse. - The husband took off his hat, and
making me a bow, said, I did him too much honour - and having said
that, he put on his hat and walk'd out.
Good God! said I to myself, as he went out, - and can this man be
the husband of this woman!
Let it not torment the few who know what must have been the grounds
of this exclamation, if I explain it to those who do not.
In London a shopkeeper and a shopkeeper's wife seem to be one bone
and one flesh: in the several endowments of mind and body,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson:
you in my fate. To leave this land is hopeless: we are
closed in it as men are closed in life; and there is no issue
but the grave.'
'We can but die then,' replied my mother. 'Let us at least
die together. Let not Asenath and myself survive you. Think
to what a fate we should be doomed!'
My father was unable to resist her tender violence; and
though I could see he nourished not one spark of hope, he
consented to desert his whole estate, beyond some hundreds of
dollars that he had by him at the moment, and to flee that
night, which promised to be dark and cloudy. As soon as the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling:
Hannasyde didn't see what answer was required, and he devoted
himself generally and vaguely to the praise of Alice Chisane, which
was unsatisfactory. Now it is to be thoroughly made clear that Mrs.
Haggert had not the shadow of a ghost of an interest in Hannasyde.
Only . . . . only no woman likes being made love through instead of
to--specially on behalf of a musty divinity of four years' standing.
Hannasyde did not see that he had made any very particular
exhibition of himself. He was glad to find a sympathetic soul in
the arid wastes of Simla.
When the season ended, Hannasyde went down to his own place and Mrs.
Haggert to hers. "It was like making love to a ghost," said