| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lemorne Versus Huell by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard: We had been in Newport two weeks when Mr. Van Horn, Aunt Eliza's
lawyer, came. He said that he would see Mr. Edward Uxbridge.
Between them they might delay a term, which he thought would be
best. "Would Miss Huell ever be ready for a compromise?" he
jestingly asked.
"Are you suspicious?" she inquired.
"No; but the Uxbridge chaps are clever."
He dined with us; and at four o'clock Aunt Eliza graciously asked
him to take a seat in the carriage with me, making some excuse for
not going herself.
"Hullo!" said Mr. Van Horn when we had reached the country road;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: this base treachery against thy neighbor's daughter and
thy sovereign's niece?"
"When fond hearts be thwarted by a cruel parent,"
replied the pot-bellied old beast in a soft and fawning
tone, "love must still find its way; and so thy gallant
swain hath dared the wrath of thy great father and
majestic uncle, and lays his heart at thy feet, O beau-
teous Bertrade, knowing full well that thine hath been
hungering after it since we didst first avow our love
to thy hard hearted sire. See I kneel to thee, my dove!"
And with cracking joints the fat baron plumped down
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: Bill Hobart had a missus and three kids and at the time of his
fight with me they were all starving. They did not have enough to
eat. Do you understand? They did not have enough to eat. And
Bill did not have enough to eat. He trained on an empty stomach,
which is no way to train you'll admit. During that drought year
there was little enough money in the ring, but he had failed to
get any fights. He had worked at long-shoring, ditch-digging,
coal-shovelling--anything, to keep the life in the missus and the
kiddies. The trouble was the jobs didn't hold out. And there he
was, matched to fight with me, behind in his rent, a tough old
chopping-block, but weak from lack of food. If he did not win the
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