|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
The minx! Was love then a question of manicure?
"How I should adore to kiss you," murmured the student. "But you know I am
suffering from severe nasal catarrh, and I dare not risk giving it to you.
Sixteen times last night did I count myself sneezing. And three different
I threw Morike into the lilac bush, and went back to the house. A great
automobile snorted at the front door. In the salon great commotion. The
Baroness was paying a surprise visit to her little daughter. Clad in a
yellow mackintosh she stood in the middle of the room questioning the
manager. And every guest the pension contained was grouped about her, even
the Frau Doktor, presumably examining a timetable, as near to the august
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ruling Passion by Henry van Dyke:
he loved her until he had won fame and position, but a secret,
unconscious setting of himself above her? For surely, if love is
supreme, it does not need to wait for anything else to lend it worth
and dignity. The very sweetness and power of it lie in the
confession of one life as dependent upon another for its fulfilment.
It is made strong in its very weakness. It is the only thing, after
all, that can break the prison bars and set the heart free from
itself. The pride that hinders it, enslaves it. Love's first duty
is to be true to itself, in word and deed. Then, having spoken
truth and acted verity, it may call on honour to keep it pure and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
"She was my sister, senor!"
"Heavens! sir, and have you not avenged her?"
"On churchmen, senor, and I a Catholic? To be burned at the stake
in this life, and after that to all eternity beside? Even a
Spaniard dare not face that. Beside, sir, the mob like this
Inquisition, and an Auto-da-fe is even better sport to them than a
bull-fight. They would be the first to tear a man in pieces who
dare touch an Inquisitor. Sir, may all the saints in heaven obtain
me forgiveness for my blasphemy, but when I saw you just now
fearing those churchmen no more than you feared me, I longed,
sinner that I am, to be a heretic like you."