| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The School For Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan: you were old enough.
SIR PETER. Old enough--aye there it is--well--well--Lady Teazle,
tho' my life may be made unhappy by your Temper--I'll not be ruined
by your extravagance--
LADY TEAZLE. My extravagance! I'm sure I'm not more extravagant
than a woman of Fashion ought to be.
SIR PETER. No no Madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such
unmeaning Luxury--'Slife to spend as much to furnish your Dressing
Room with Flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon
into a Greenhouse, and give a Fete Champetre at Christmas.
LADY TEAZLE. Lord! Sir Peter am I to blame because Flowers are dear
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Liverpool Ships; Board and Lodging per day 1 dollar, single meals 25
cents, lodging per night 25 cents; private rooms for families; no
charge for storage or baggage; satisfaction guaranteed to all
persons; Michael Mitchell, Proprietor.' Reunion House was, I may go
the length of saying, a humble hostelry. You entered through a long
bar-room, thence passed into a little dining-room, and thence into a
still smaller kitchen. The furniture was of the plainest; but the
bar was hung in the American taste, with encouraging and hospitable
mottoes.
Jones was well known; we were received warmly; and two minutes
afterwards I had refused a drink from the proprietor, and was going
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: They mounted, and pursued their journey across the sandy waste.
The ardour of noon was now past, and a light breeze somewhat
alleviated the terrors of the desert, though not without bearing
on its wings an impalpable dust, which the Saracen little heeded,
though his heavily-armed companion felt it as such an annoyance
that he hung his iron casque at his saddle-bow, and substituted
the light riding-cap, termed in the language of the time a
MORTIER, from its resemblance in shape to an ordinary mortar.
They rode together for some time in silence, the Saracen
performing the part of director and guide of the journey, which
he did by observing minute marks and bearings of the distant
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