| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: great, blundering gumph?" Mike asked himself, in disgust. "You a
conspirator! You a leader of a revolution! By the ghost of Brian
Boru, you had better run along back to the kindergarten class."
But he was not the man to let grass grow under his feet while he
hesitated how to remedy his mistake. Immediately he got in touch
with Valdez and a few of his party, and decided on a bold
counterstroke that, if successful, would oppose a checkmate to
the governor's check and would also make unnecessary the
unloosing of the State prisoners on the devoted heads of the
people.
"But mind, gentlemen," said Juan Valdez plainly, "the governor
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: place over the Downs beyond, too far, and so he meandered towards
Petworth, posing himself perpetually and loitering, gathering
wild flowers and wondering why they had no names--for he had
never heard of any--dropping them furtively at the sight of a
stranger, and generally 'mucking about.' There were purple
vetches in the hedges, meadowsweet, honeysuckle, belated
brambles--but the dog-roses had already gone; there were green
and red blackberries, stellarias, and dandelions, and in another
place white dead nettles, traveller's-joy, clinging bedstraw,
grasses flowering, white campions, and ragged robins. One
cornfield was glorious with poppies, bright scarlet and purple
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madame Firmiani by Honore de Balzac: think of a woman if to such a question she answered YOU? To avow our
love for him we love, when he loves us--ah! that may be; but even when
we are certain of being loved forever, believe me, monsieur, it is an
effort for us, and a reward to him. To say to another!--"
She did not end her sentence, but rose, bowed to the old man, and
withdrew into her private apartments, the doors of which, opening and
closing behind her, had a language of their own to his sagacious ears.
"Ah! the mischief!" thought he; "what a woman! she is either a sly one
or an angel"; and he got into his hired coach, the horses of which
were stamping on the pavement of the silent courtyard, while the
coachman was asleep on his box after cursing for the hundredth time
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