|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
humiliating moment of my life.
Dal had been for fighting a way through, and just for a minute I
think I went Berserk myself. But Max spied one of the reporters
setting up a flash light as we stood, undecided, at the top of
the steps, and after that there was nothing to do but retreat. We
backed down slowly, to show them we were not afraid. And when we
were all in the kitchen again, and had turned on the lights and
Bella was crying with her head against Mr. Harbison's arm, Dal
"Well, it has done some good, anyhow. We have lost Aunt Selina."
And we all shook hands on it, although we were sorry about Jim.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne:
September--they never count the times--down it goes--'tis meat, drink,
washing, and lodging to 'em--and had we but the policy, an' please your
worships (as wood is a little scarce in France), to send them but plenty of
The women would set them up; and when they had done, they would dance round
them (and the men for company) till they were all blind.
The wife of the chaise-vamper stepp'd in, I told you, to take the
papilliotes from off her hair--the toilet stands still for no man--so she
jerk'd off her cap, to begin with them as she open'd the door, in doing
which, one of them fell upon the ground--I instantly saw it was my own
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry:
was a three-mile trolley line champing its bit in the environs; and me
and Idaho spent a week riding on one of the cars, dropping off at
nights at the Sunset View Hotel. Being now well read as well as
travelled, we was soon /pro re nata/ with the best society in Rosa,
and was invited out to the most dressed-up and high-toned
entertainments. It was at a piano recital and quail-eating contest in
the city hall, for the benefit of the fire company, that me and Idaho
first met Mrs. De Ormond Sampson, the queen of Rosa society.
Mrs. Sampson was a widow, and owned the only two-story house in town.
It was painted yellow, and whichever way you looked from you could see
it as plain as egg on the chin of an O'Grady on a Friday. Twenty-two
Heart of the West