| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: the logs according to their various destinations.
"I'll have to get an extension of time," said Orde to himself. "Of
course Joe will let me have more time on my own personal note to the
firm. And Heinzman surely ought to--I saved a lot of his logs in
that jam. And if he doesn't want to, I guess an offer of a little
higher interest will fetch him."
Ordinarily the state of affairs would have worried him, for it was
exactly the situation he had fought against so hard. But now he was
too wearied in soul and body. He dismissed the subject from his
mind. The horses, left almost to themselves, lapsed into a sleepy
jog. After a little they passed the bridge and entered the town.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: an anxious appeal to the butcher's arbitration, the relative
advantages of pork and liver. But even her hesitations, and the
intrusion on them of two or three other customers, were of no
avail, for Mr. Ramy was not among those who entered the shop; and
at last Ann Eliza, ashamed of staying longer, reluctantly claimed
her steak, and walked home through the thickening snow.
Even to her simple judgment the vanity of her hopes was plain,
and in the clear light that disappointment turns upon our actions
she wondered how she could have been foolish enough to suppose
that, even if Mr. Ramy DID go to that particular market, he
would hit on the same day and hour as herself.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: silver, like the breast plumage of a black fowl.
Linda was surprised. She had no idea that he was grey. And yet, as he
stood up beside her and sighed and stretched, she saw him, for the first
time, not resolute, not gallant, not careless, but touched already with
age. He looked very tall on the darkening grass, and the thought crossed
her mind, "He is like a weed."
Jonathan stooped again and kissed her fingers.
"Heaven reward thy sweet patience, lady mine," he murmured. "I must go
seek those heirs to my fame and fortune..." He was gone.
Chapter 1.XI.
Light shone in the windows of the bungalow. Two square patches of gold
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