|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
wash-stand and flung it with all my might.
Had I smashed out the whole side of the room it could scarcely have made
more noise. Accompanied by the clinking of glass and the creaking of tin,
my visitor rolled off the roof. I waited, expecting an uproar from the
other inmates of the hotel. No footstep, no call sounded within hearing.
Once again the stillness settled down.
Then, to my relief, the gray gloom lightened, and dawn broke. Never had I
been so glad to see the morning. While dressing I cast gratified glances at
the ragged hole in the window. With the daylight my courage had returned,
and I began to have a sort of pride in my achievement.
The Young Forester
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
obligation to inform even my nearest and dearest as to the precise capacity
of my affections. "What right have they to ask each other such questions
the day after letters of blessing have been received?" I reflected. "What
right have they even to question each other? Love which becomes engaged
and married is a purely affirmative affair--they are usurping the
privileges of their betters and wisers!"
The edges of the field frilled over into an immense pine forest--very
pleasant and cool it looked. Another signpost begged us to keep to the
broad path for Schlingen and deposit waste paper and fruit peelings in wire
receptacles attached to the benches for the purpose. We sat down on the
first bench, and Karl with great curiosity explored the wire receptacle.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy:
all the circumstances would have done otherwise than smile. If
all the world had known it, Elfride would still have remained the
only one who thought her action a sin. Poor child, she always
persisted in thinking so, and was frightened more than enough.'
'Stephen, do you love her now?'
'Well, I like her; I always shall, you know,' he said evasively,
and with all the strategy love suggested. 'But I have not seen
her for so long that I can hardly be expected to love her. Do you
love her still?'
'How shall I answer without being ashamed? What fickle beings we
men are, Stephen! Men may love strongest for a while, but women
A Pair of Blue Eyes