| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat,
she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there;
he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier.
They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied
with each other. When they reached the low garden wall,
they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped
pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli
seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall.
The western sun in the opposite sky sent out a brilliant
shaft through a couple of cloud bars, whereupon Daisy's
companion took her parasol out of her hands and opened it.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: but to her it appeared so strange that it might have been the only tree
in the world. Dark was the trunk in the middle, and the branches
sprang here and there, leaving jagged intervals of light between them
as distinctly as if it had but that second risen from the ground.
Having seen a sight that would last her for a lifetime, and for
a lifetime would preserve that second, the tree once more sank
into the ordinary ranks of trees, and she was able to seat herself
in its shade and to pick the red flowers with the thin green
leaves which were growing beneath it. She laid them side by side,
flower to flower and stalk to stalk, caressing them for walking alone.
Flowers and even pebbles in the earth had their own life and disposition,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: and on deck, relieving the man who had called me. On the sealing
grounds, when hove to, a watch of only a single man is kept
through the night, each man holding the deck for an hour. It was
a dark night, though not a black one. The gale was breaking up,
and the clouds were thinning. There should have been a moon, and,
though invisible, in some way a dim, suffused radiance came from
it. I paced back and forth across the deck amidships. My mind
was filled with the event of the day and with the horrible tales
my shipmates had told, and yet I dare to say, here and now, that I
was not afraid. I was a healthy animal, and furthermore,
intellectually, I agreed with Swinburne that dead men rise up
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