|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:
busy following the quarrel to notice this or what followed.
"But I saw it through the hole in the canvas. De Ville drew his handkerchief
from his pocket, made as though to mop the sweat from his face with it (it was
a hot day), and at the same time walked past Wallace's back. The look troubled
me at the time, for not only did I see hatred in it, but I saw triumph as
"'De Ville will bear watching,' I said to myself, and I really breathed easier
when I saw him go out the entrance to the circus grounds and board an electric
car for down town. A few minutes later I was in the big tent, where I had
overhauled Red Denny. King Wallace was doing his turn and holding the audience
spellbound. He was in a particularly vicious mood, and he kept the lions
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:
YOU, Mr. Jimmy, if he knew the truth? YOU'RE the one who sent
him the telegram; you are the one who told him that he was a
"That's true," admitted Aggie, with a wrinkled forehead.
Zoie was quick to see her advantage. She followed it up. "And
Alfred hasn't any sense of humour, you know."
"How could he have?" groaned Jimmy; "he's married." And with
that he sank into his habitual state of dumps.
"Your sarcasm will do a great deal of good," flashed Zoie. Then
she dismissed him with a nod, and crossed to her dressing table.
"But Zoie," persisted Aggie, as she followed her young friend in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley:
bee is in hers. I wish I could act up as well as she does to the
true wisdom, which is self-sacrifice. For whom is that bee
working? For herself? If that was all, she only needs to suck
the honey as she goes. But she is storing up the wax under her
stomach, and bee-bread in her thighs--for whom? Not for herself
only, or even for her own children: but for the children of
another bee, her queen. For them she labours all day long, builds
for them, feeds them, nurses them, spends her love and cunning on
them. So does that ant on the path. She is carrying home that
stick to build for other ants' children. So do the white ants in
the tropics. They have learnt not to compete, but to help each