|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James:
weeks. I believe in the flower," she continued, "I feel it would
have been quite splendid, quite huge and monstrous."
"Monstrous above all!" her visitor echoed; "and I imagine, by the
same stroke, quite hideous and offensive."
"You don't believe that," she returned; "if you did you wouldn't
wonder. You'd know, and that would be enough for you. What you
feel - and what I feel FOR you - is that you'd have had power."
"You'd have liked me that way?" he asked.
She barely hung fire. "How should I not have liked you?"
"I see. You'd have liked me, have preferred me, a billionaire!"
"How should I not have liked you?" she simply again asked.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeroplanes and Dirigibles of War by Frederick A. Talbot:
and the same time. The units of the squadron start out, each
taking the appointed direction according to the preconceived
plan, and each steering by the aid of compass and map. They are
urged to complete the work with all speed and to return to a
Later the air is alive with the whirring of motors. The machines
are coming back and all converging to one point. They vol-plane
to the earth and gracefully settle down within a short distance
of each other at the rendezvous. The pilots collect and each
relates the intelligence he has gained. The data are collated
and in this manner the General Staff is able to learn exactly
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
walk. They were used to a trot, and that kind of gait would not
do for Stevens. The red died out of the west; a pale afterglow
prevailed for a while; darkness set in; then the broad expanse
of blue darkened and the stars brightened. After a while
Stevens ceased talking and drooped in his saddle. Duane kept
the horses going, however, and the slow hours wore away. Duane
thought the quiet night would never break to dawn, that there
was no end to the melancholy, brooding plain. But at length a
grayness blotted out the stars and mantled the level of
mesquite and cactus.
Dawn caught the fugitives at a green camping-site on the bank
The Lone Star Ranger