|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson:
forth into the air, and trembled. 'Let them look out!' he
shouted. 'Here, I warn all men; I've done with this foul
kennel of knaves. Let them look out!'
'Hush, hush! for pity's sake,' cried Nance.
And then all of a sudden he dropped his face into his hands,
and broke out with a great hiccoughing dry sob that was
horrible to hear. 'O,' he cried, 'my God, if my son hadn't
left me, if my Dick was here!' and the sobs shook him; Nance
sitting still and watching him, with distress. 'O, if he
were here to help his father!' he went on again. 'If I had a
son like other fathers, he would save me now, when all is
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy:
only these domestic troubles that were pulling her down. Once
free she would be blooming again. Melbury diagnosed rightly, as
parents usually do.
He set out for London the next morning, Jones having paid another
visit and assured him that he might leave home without uneasiness,
especially on an errand of that sort, which would the sooner put
an end to her suspense.
The timber-merchant had been away only a day or two when it was
told in Hintock that Mr. Fitzpiers's hat had been found in the
wood. Later on in the afternoon the hat was brought to Melbury,
and, by a piece of ill-fortune, into Grace's presence. It had
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James:
echo had ended by growing more distinct than the sound. The sound
now rang out, the type blazed at him with all its fires and with a
mystery of radiance in which endless meanings could glow. The
thing became as he sat there his appropriate altar and each starry
candle an appropriate vow. He numbered them, named them, grouped
them - it was the silent roll-call of his Dead. They made together
a brightness vast and intense, a brightness in which the mere
chapel of his thoughts grew so dim that as it faded away he asked
himself if he shouldn't find his real comfort in some material act,
some outward worship.
This idea took possession of him while, at a distance, the black-