| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: and that she must presently take her departure. Meanwhile she
congratulated each of her friends half a dozen times; she kissed
Mrs. Vivian again, she almost kissed Bernard; she inquired
about details; she longed to hear all about Angela's "things."
Of course they would stop for the wedding; but meantime
she must be very discreet; she must not intrude too much.
Captain Lovelock addressed to Angela a few fragmentary,
but well-intentioned sentences, pulling his beard and fixing his
eyes on the door-knob--an implement which presently turned in his
manly fist, as he opened the door for his companion to withdraw.
Blanche went away in a flutter of ejaculations and protestations
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Susan by Jane Austen: Sir James was entirely at an end; his name merely mentioned to say that he
was not in London; and indeed, in all her conversation, she was solicitous
only for the welfare and improvement of her daughter, acknowledging, in
terms of grateful delight, that Frederica was now growing every day more
and more what a parent could desire. Mrs. Vernon, surprized and
incredulous, knew not what to suspect, and, without any change in her own
views, only feared greater difficulty in accomplishing them. The first hope
of anything better was derived from Lady Susan's asking her whether she
thought Frederica looked quite as well as she had done at Churchhill, as
she must confess herself to have sometimes an anxious doubt of London's
perfectly agreeing with her. Mrs. Vernon, encouraging the doubt, directly
Lady Susan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Love Songs by Sara Teasdale: Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know.
The Fountain
All through the deep blue night
The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
Of the satyr carved in stone.
The fountain sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred --
Only the great white moon
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