| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: And they parted, the one upon his errand, and the other back into the
house.
This looked as ill as possible. I was scarce gone and they were
sending already for James More, to whom I thought Mr. Simon must have
pointed when he spoke of men in prison and ready to redeem their lives
by all extremities. My scalp curdled among my hair, and the next
moment the blood leaped in me to remember Catriona. Poor lass! her
father stood to be hanged for pretty indefensible misconduct. What was
yet more unpalatable, it now seemed he was prepared to save his four
quarters by the worst of shame and the most foul of cowardly murders -
murder by the false oath; and to complete our misfortunes, it seemed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: the damps of years. It was Muffat who made himself felt there, who
dominated his surroundings with his devotional training, his
penances and his fasts. But the sight of the little old gentleman
with the black teeth and subtle smile whom he suddenly discovered in
his armchair behind the group of ladies afforded him a yet more
decisive argument. He knew the personage. It was Theophile Venot,
a retired lawyer who had made a specialty of church cases. He had
left off practice with a handsome fortune and was now leading a
sufficiently mysterious existence, for he was received everywhere,
treated with great deference and even somewhat feared, as though he
had been the representative of a mighty force, an occult power,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: "By Jove, that's so!" cried Billy, brightening. It seemed conclusive.
But he grew cloudy again the next moment. He was of opinion that one
could go too far in a thing.
"Where's your sand?" said Bertie.
Billy made an unseemly rejoinder, but even in the making was visited by
inspiration. He saw the whole thing as it really was. "By Jove!" said
he, "we couldn't get back in time for dinner."
"There's my bonny boy!" said Bertie, with pride; and he touched up the
black gelding. Uneasiness had left both of them. Cambridge was
manifestly impossible; an error in judgment; food compelled them to seek
the Bird-in-Hand. "We'll try Quincy, anyhow," Bertie said. Billy
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