| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: off his shirt again and picking up a sword, "we may dispense with
the minor conventions without apology."
Loge chose a weapon with the extreme of care and particularity,
trying the hang and balance of several of them. He looked well
to the weight, bent the blade in his hands to test the spring and
temper, tried the point upon his thumb. He handled the rapier as
if he had found an old friend again after a long absence; he
looked around upon his enemies with a sort of ferocious,
bantering gayety.
"And now," said Loge, "if this is to be a duel indeed, Mr.
Cleggett and I will need plenty of room, I suggest that the rest
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: bits of coloured silk clinging to my clothes after I went away.
Lena's success puzzled me. She was so easygoing; had none of
the push and self-assertiveness that get people ahead in business.
She had come to Lincoln, a country girl, with no introductions
except to some cousins of Mrs. Thomas who lived there, and she was
already making clothes for the women of `the young married set.'
Evidently she had great natural aptitude for her work.
She knew, as she said, `what people looked well in.'
She never tired of poring over fashion-books. Sometimes in the evening
I would find her alone in her work-room, draping folds of satin
on a wire figure, with a quite blissful expression of countenance.
My Antonia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: coffee cup.
"The world swarms with cramped and undeveloped lives," said
Sir Richmond. "Which amount to nothing. Which do not even
represent happiness. And which help to use up the resources,
the fuel and surplus energy of the world."
"I suppose they have a sort of liking for their lives," Miss
Grammont reflected.
"Does that matter? They do nothing to carry life on. They are
just vain repetitions--imperfect dreary, blurred repetitions
of one common life. All that they feel has been felt, all
that they do has been done better before. Because they are
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