|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry:
"'Well and then what?' I goes. 'She has the letters printed in the
evening papers that match her costume, she lectures at an informal tea
given in the palm room of the B. & O. Depot and then calls on the
President. The ninth Assistant Secretary of Commerce and Labor, the
first aide-de-camp of the Blue Room and an unidentified colored man
are waiting there to grasp her by the hands--and feet. They carry her
out to S.W.B. street and leave her on a cellar door. That ends it. The
next time we hear of her she is writing postcards to the Chinese
Minister asking him to get Arthur a job in a tea store.'
"'Then,' says Andy, 'you don't think Mrs. Avery will land the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith:
I have learn'd from the rude lesson taught to my youth
From my own heart to shelter my life; to mistrust
The heart of another. We are what we must,
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures not another. The will and the power
"O madam!" he answer'd, "you fence
With a feeling you know to be true and intense.
'Tis not MY life, Lucile, that I plead for alone:
If your nature I know, 'tis no less for your own.
That nature will prey on itself; it was made
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan:
you are sitting?'
'These narrow oval tables are a nuisance that way, aren't they? You
don't know who you're dining with till the end of the function. Oh!
I see--that's Mrs. Innes, just out, and fresh as paint, isn't she?
The Colonel'--Captain Gordon craned his head again--'is sitting
fourth from me on this side.'
'Mrs. Innes! Really!' said Madeline. 'Then--then of course I must
She removed her eyes almost stealthily from the other woman's face
and fixed them on the pattern of the table-cloth. Her brain guided
her clearly through the tumult of her perception, and no emotion