| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott: but give her, when you return home, this composing draught, and
she will be better to-morrow morning. Few," he added in a
melancholy tone, "leave this house as well in health as they
entered it. Such being the consequence of seeking knowledge by
mysterious means, I leave you to judge the condition of those who
have the power of gratifying such irregular curiosity. Farewell,
and forget not the potion."
"I will give her nothing that comes from you," said Lady
Bothwell; "I have seen enough of your art already. Perhaps you
would poison us both to conceal your own necromancy. But we are
persons who want neither the means of making our wrongs known,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis: quarreling and wasting money and all that so many of these
young couples do have and---- But I must be running along
now, dearie. It's been such a pleasure and---- Just run in
and see me any time. I hope Will is well? I thought he
looked a wee mite peaked."
It was twenty minutes later when Mrs. Bogart finally oozed
out of the front door. Carol ran back into the living-room
and jerked open the windows. "That woman has left damp
finger-prints in the air," she said.
II
Carol was extravagant, but at least she did not try to clear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: man, who came a little way with me in the rain to put me safely on
the road for Cheylard. He would hear of no reward; but shook his
hands above his head almost as if in menace, and refused volubly
and shrilly, in unmitigated PATOIS.
All seemed right at last. My thoughts began to turn upon dinner
and a fireside, and my heart was agreeably softened in my bosom.
Alas, and I was on the brink of new and greater miseries!
Suddenly, at a single swoop, the night fell. I have been abroad in
many a black night, but never in a blacker. A glimmer of rocks, a
glimmer of the track where it was well beaten, a certain fleecy
density, or night within night, for a tree, - this was all that I
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