| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: in a shed. "Thou maun do without horse-sheet and surcingle now,
lad," he said, addressing the animal; "you and me hae had a
downcome alike; we had better hae fa'en i, the deepest pool o'
Tarras."
He was interrupted by the youngest of his sisters, who came
running out, and, speaking in a constrained voice, as if to
stifle some emotion, called out to him, "What are ye doing there,
Hobbie, fiddling about the naig, and there's ane frae Cumberland
been waiting here for ye this hour and mair? Haste ye in, man;
I'll take off the saddle."
"Ane frae Cumberland!" exclaimed Elliot; and putting the bridle
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: a stranger upon his first morning could scarce be expected to grasp. "I
could direct you to a Dutchman," I said, "but you're too well dressed to
win his confidence at once."
"Well, old man," began Beverly, "I don't speak Dutch, but give me a crack
at the confidence."
However, he renounced the project upon learning what a Dutchman was.
Since my hours were no longer dedicated to establishing the presence of
royal blood in my veins I had spent them upon various local
investigations of a character far more entertaining and akin to my taste.
It was in truth quite likely that Beverly could in a very few moments,
with his smile and his manner, find his way to any Dutchman's heart; he
had that divine gift of winning over to him quickly all sorts and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: 'Silence!' cried Somerset, 'you are no friend, no friend of
mine. I look on you with loathing, like a toad: my flesh
creeps with physical repulsion; my soul revolts against the
sight of you.'
Zero burst into tears. 'Alas!' he sobbed, 'this snaps the
last link that bound me to humanity. My friend disowns - he
insults me. I am indeed accurst.'
Somerset stood for an instant staggered by this sudden change
of front. The next moment, with a despairing gesture, he
fled from the room and from the house. The first dash of his
escape carried him hard upon half-way to the next police-
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