| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson: Behold it, crying, "We have still a King."
`And, brother, had you known our hall within,
Broader and higher than any in all the lands!
Where twelve great windows blazon Arthur's wars,
And all the light that falls upon the board
Streams through the twelve great battles of our King.
Nay, one there is, and at the eastern end,
Wealthy with wandering lines of mount and mere,
Where Arthur finds the brand Excalibur.
And also one to the west, and counter to it,
And blank: and who shall blazon it? when and how?--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott: dwelling, with its irregularity of front, and its odd, projecting
latticed windows, where the workmen seem to have made it a study
that no one of them should resemble another in form, size, or in
the old-fashioned stone entablature and labels which adorn them.
This tenement, once the manor house of the Earl's Closes, we
still retain a slight hold upon; for, in some family
arrangements, it had been settled upon Aunt Margaret during the
term of her life. Upon this frail tenure depends, in a great
measure, the last shadow of the family of Bothwell of Earl's
Closes, and their last slight connection with their paternal
inheritance. The only representative will then be an infirm old
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: ordinary attack of our conjugal hatred, senseless and unseemly,
such as had been frequent during our married life, but what had
the starving peasants to do with it? How could it have happened
that they had become a bone of contention between us? It was just
as though pursuing one another we had accidentally run up to the
altar and had carried on a quarrel there.
"Natalie," I said softly from the drawing-room, "hush, hush!"
To cut short her weeping and make an end of this agonizing state
of affairs, I ought to have gone up to my wife and comforted her,
caressed her, or apologized; but how could I do it so that she
would believe me? How could I persuade the wild duck, living in
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