| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: but she felt that she would never know what such a woman as that meant.
She got up; she was afraid Mrs. Acton would tell her again
that she was dying. "Good-by, dear madame," she said.
"I must remember that your strength is precious."
Mrs. Acton took her hand and held it a moment. "Well, you have
been happy here, have n't you? And you like us all, don't you?
I wish you would stay," she added, "in your beautiful little house."
She had told Eugenia that her waiting-woman would be in the hall,
to show her down-stairs; but the large landing outside
her door was empty, and Eugenia stood there looking about.
She felt irritated; the dying lady had not "la main heureuse."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: unbroken--each individual identifying himself completely with
the tribe--the idea of the individual's being dropped out
at death, and left behind by the tribe, hardly arises. The
individual is the tribe, has no other existence. The
tribe goes on, living a life which is eternal, and only
changes its hunting-grounds; and the individual, identified
with the tribe, feels in some subconscious way the same about
himself.
But when one member has broken faith with the tribe,
when he has sinned against it and become an outcast--
ah! then the terrors of death and extinction loom large
Pagan and Christian Creeds |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: that may befall you?" said the old lady.
"I was wrong," he replied. "Still, there are forms of pain which
we know not how to confide to any one, even to a friendship of
older date than that with which you honor me."
"The sincerity and strength of friendship are not to be measured
by time. I have seen old friends who had not a tear to bestow on
misfortune," said the Baroness, nodding sadly.
"But you--what ails you?" the young man asked Adelaide.
"Oh, nothing," replied the Baroness. "Adelaide has sat up late
for some nights to finish some little piece of woman's work, and
would not listen to me when I told her that a day more or less
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