|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson:
decision, read my fellow men and women with a glance, and
have acted throughout life on first impressions. Yours, as I
tell you, has been favourable; and if, as I suppose, you are
a young fellow of somewhat idle habits, I think it not
improbable that we may strike a bargain.'
'Ah, madam,' returned Somerset, 'you have divined my
situation. I am a man of birth, parts, and breeding;
excellent company, or at least so I find myself; but by a
peculiar iniquity of fate, destitute alike of trade or money.
I was, indeed, this evening upon the quest of an adventure,
resolved to close with any offer of interest, emolument, or
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
It was impossible to have given less encouragement than he had done
to such a doctrine, but if we had not had the doctrine to fall back upon
we should have deprived each other of some of our finest exhibitions.
He never wrote to them--that may have been selfish, but it was a part
of the flattery of his trust of me; for the way in which a man
pays his highest tribute to a woman is apt to be but by the more
festal celebration of one of the sacred laws of his comfort;
and I held that I carried out the spirit of the pledge given not
to appeal to him when I let my charges understand that their own
letters were but charming literary exercises. They were too beautiful
to be posted; I kept them myself; I have them all to this hour.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:
Serpuhovskoy had long given up all hope of Vronsky's career, but
he liked him as before, and was now particularly cordial to him.
"What a pity you were not in time for the first act!"
Vronsky, listening with one ear, moved his opera-glass from the
stalls and scanned the boxes. Near a lady in a turban and a bald
old man, who seemed to wave angrily in the moving opera-glass,
Vronsky suddenly caught sight of Anna's head, proud, strikingly
beautiful, and smiling in the frame of lace. She was in the fifth
box, twenty paces from him. She was sitting in front, and
slightly turning, was saying something to Yashyin. The setting of
her head on her handsome, broad shoulders, and the restrained