| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: other the tremulous squeaks of an old grandfather.
It was Manstin's friend with the Earth Ear and the old
grandfather. "Here Manstin, take back your eyes," said the old
man, "I knew you would not be content in my stead, but I wanted you
to learn your lesson. I have had pleasure seeing with your eyes
and trying your bow and arrows, but since I am old and feeble I
much prefer my own teepee and my magic bags!"
Thus talking the three returned to the hut. The old
grandfather crept into his wigwam, which is often mistaken for a
mere oak tree by little Indian girls and boys.
Manstin, with his own bright eyes fitted into his head again,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: even Dona Ignacia was chattering wildly with sev-
eral other good dames who renewed their youth
briefly at the bull-fight.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked curiously.
"I did not look at it. I never do. But I know
that you were not affronted. You never took your
eyes from those dreadful beasts."
"I am exhilarated to know that you watched me.
Yes, at a bull-fight the primitive man in me has its
way, although I have the grace to be ashamed of
myself afterward. In that I am at least one degree
Rezanov |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: CHAPTER X - HEALTH AND MOUNTAINS
THERE has come a change in medical opinion, and a change has followed
in the lives of sick folk. A year or two ago and the wounded
soldiery of mankind were all shut up together in some basking angle
of the Riviera, walking a dusty promenade or sitting in dusty olive-
yards within earshot of the interminable and unchanging surf - idle
among spiritless idlers; not perhaps dying, yet hardly living either,
and aspiring, sometimes fiercely, after livelier weather and some
vivifying change. These were certainly beautiful places to live in,
and the climate was wooing in its softness. Yet there was a later
shiver in the sunshine; you were not certain whether you were being
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