| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Nay," said he, "let be. Y' have played the devil with me, and let
that content you."
The words died in Richard's throat. He saw, through tears, the
poor old man, bemused with liquor and sorrow, go shambling away,
with bowed head, across the snow, and the unnoticed dog whimpering
at his heels, and for the first time began to understand the
desperate game that we play in life; and how a thing once done is
not to be changed or remedied, by any penitence.
But there was no time left to him for vain regret.
Catesby had now collected the horsemen, and riding up to Dick he
dismounted, and offered him his own horse.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: something new, and Willie Hughes became to me a kind of spiritual
presence, an ever-dominant personality. I could almost fancy that
I saw him standing in the shadow of my room, so well had
Shakespeare drawn him, with his golden hair, his tender flower-like
grace, his dreamy deep-sunken eyes, his delicate mobile limbs, and
his white lily hands. His very name fascinated me. Willie Hughes!
Willie Hughes! How musically it sounded! Yes; who else but he
could have been the master-mistress of Shakespeare's passion, (1)
the lord of his love to whom he was bound in vassalage, (2) the
delicate minion of pleasure, (3) the rose of the whole world, (4)
the herald of the spring (5) decked in the proud livery of youth,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: attention to himself and bring competitors for his newfound
treasure. He even paused a moment and looked around to see if
anyone had noticed him or the pearl.
The way seemed clear so he closed the final distance, reached down,
and picked it up. Instantly he was aware that this was no pearl,
but just a partly dried up chicken brain, which must have fallen off
some farmer's cart, or been left by some animal in haste. "Just
what I was looking for!" the old man said very joyfully. "Chicken
brains make real good soup." Into his pocket with the bottle cap
went the brains, and down the road with his cane went the old man.
It was not long after this that he saw another, much larger item in
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