| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson: Robin was rough, and through and through
Bold, inconsiderate, and manly,
Like some historic Bruce or Stanley.
Ben had a mean and servile soul,
He robbed not, though he often stole.
He sang on Sunday in the choir,
And tamely capped the passing Squire.
At length, intolerant of trammels -
Wild as the wild Bithynian camels,
Wild as the wild sea-eagles - Bob
His widowed dam contrives to rob,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry: I came 'round on the night she was to leave the door open for me it
was fast. And I had keys made for the doors upstairs. But, no sir. She
had sure cut off my locks. She was a Delilah,' says Bill Bassett.
"It seems that Bill tried to break in anyhow with his jimmy, but the
girl emitted a succession of bravura noises like the top-riders of a
tally-ho, and Bill had to take all the hurdles between there and
depot. As he had no baggage they tried hard to check his departure,
but he made a train that was just pulling out.
"'Well,' says Bill Bassett, when we had exchanged memories of our dead
lives, 'I could eat. This town don't look like it was kept under a
Yale lock. Suppose we commit some mild atrocity that will bring in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: 'Active, sir!' retorted John, with quite an expression in his face;
'that chap! Hallo there! You, sir! Bring that horse here, and
go and hang my wig on the weathercock, to show this gentleman
whether you're one of the lively sort or not.'
Hugh made no answer, but throwing the bridle to his master, and
snatching his wig from his head, in a manner so unceremonious and
hasty that the action discomposed Mr Willet not a little, though
performed at his own special desire, climbed nimbly to the very
summit of the maypole before the house, and hanging the wig upon
the weathercock, sent it twirling round like a roasting jack.
Having achieved this performance, he cast it on the ground, and
Barnaby Rudge |
