| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: The young man somewhat flushed. 'I have some claim to both
distinctions, sir, as you suppose,' said he; 'there is my card. I
am the licentiate Roederer, author of several works on the theory
and practice of politics.'
'You immensely interest me,' said the Prince; 'the more so as I
gather that here in Grunewald we are on the brink of revolution.
Pray, since these have been your special studies, would you augur
hopefully of such a movement?'
'I perceive,' said the young author, with a certain vinegary twitch,
'that you are unacquainted with my opuscula. I am a convinced
authoritarian. I share none of those illusory, Utopian fancies with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: broken. There is nobody to go for a physician. Except for the
condition I am in, I would ask you to take me there at once in
your carriage; but as it is--"
"As it is, I must ask you, hey?" said Blanche, finishing the
sentence. "Of course. No mistake. Sans dire. Jones, junior,
this lady will join us. Don't look so scared, man. Are you
anxious about your cushions or your reputation?"
The youth simpered and disclaimed.
"Jump in, then, Miss Maxwell. Never mind the expense. It's
only the family carriage;--surname and arms of Jones. Lucky
there are no parents to the fore. Put my shawl over you, so."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: Thus they passed the time pleasantly enow, but no guest such as they
desired showed his face in all the time that they lay hidden there.
Many passed along the dusty road in the glare of the sun:
now it was a bevy of chattering damsels merrily tripping along;
now it was a plodding tinker; now a merry shepherd lad;
now a sturdy farmer; all gazing ahead along the road,
unconscious of the seven stout fellows that lay hidden so near them.
Such were the travelers along the way; but fat abbot, rich esquire,
or money-laden usurer came there none.
At last the sun began to sink low in the heavens; the light
grew red and the shadows long. The air grew full of silence,
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood |
