|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
He craned his neck and looked at Nils' flute case with eager
curiosity. "The old woman ain't got any piany that I knows on.
Olaf, he has a grand. His wife's musical: took lessons in
"I'm going up there tomorrow," said Nils imperturbably. He
saw that the driver took him for a piano tuner.
"Oh, I see!" The old man screwed up his eyes mysteriously. He
was a little dashed by the stranger's noncommunicativeness, but he
soon broke out again.
"I'm one o' Miss Ericson's tenants. Look after one of her
places. I did own the place myself once, but I lost it a while
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
had been in council. When they stretched the body at our
feet we saw that it was that of a red man in the prime of life
--his metal was plain, such as common soldiers wear, or
those who wish to conceal their identity.
"Another of Zat Arras' spies," said Hor Vastus.
"So it would seem," I replied, and then to the guard:
"You may remove the body."
"Wait!" said Xodar. "If you will, Prince, ask that a cloth
and a little thoat oil be brought."
I nodded to one of the soldiers, who left the chamber,
returning presently with the things that Xodar had requested.
The Gods of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James:
"I don't contradict her. What else can I do?"
"Nothing in the world! You've the cleverest little person to deal with.
They've made them--their two friends, I mean--still cleverer
even than nature did; for it was wondrous material to play on!
Flora has now her grievance, and she'll work it to the end."
"Yes, miss; but to WHAT end?"
"Why, that of dealing with me to her uncle. She'll make me out to him
the lowest creature--!"
I winced at the fair show of the scene in Mrs. Grose's face;
she looked for a minute as if she sharply saw them together.
"And him who thinks so well of you!"