| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: It is almost thirty thousand guldens, as Mr. Fellner tells me. Why
did you not take that?"
"Fellner did not know that I had already received twenty thousand
of this when my father turned me out. He probably would have heard
of it later, for Berner was the witness. I did not care for the
remaining ten thousand because I would have the entire fortune after
Asta's death. I would have seen the official notice and the call
for heirs in Australia, and would have written from there, announcing
that I was still alive. If you had come several days later I should
have been a rich man within a year."
His clenched fist resting on his knee, the rascal stared out ahead
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: me first with his umbrella. 'Poor little chap,' said he; 'and are
you lost then?'--and me a London boy of five and more! And he must
needs bring in a kindly young policeman and make a crowd of me, and
so march me home. Sobbing, conspicuous and frightened, I came from
the enchanted garden to the steps of my father's house.
"That is as well as I can remember my vision of that
garden--the garden that haunts me still. Of course, I can convey
nothing of that indescribable quality of translucent unreality,
that difference from the common things of experience that hung
about it all; but that--that is what happened. If it was a dream,
I am sure it was a day-time and altogether extraordinary dream . .
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: and the leveling earthquake. We could quit cold and let wild
nature kick us about at will. We could have cities of wood to be
wiped out by conflagrations; we could build houses of mud and
sticks for the gales to unroof like a Hottentot village. We could
bridge our small rivers with logs and be flood-bound when the
rains descended. We could live by wheelbarrow transit like the
Chinaman and leave to some braver race the task of belting the
world with railroads and bridging the seas with iron boats.
Nobody compels us to stand shoulder to shoulder and fight off
nature's calamities as the French fought off their oppressor at
Verdun. I repeat, we could let nature oppress us as she oppresses
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