| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: She was working at a great design of a tropical river running
through a tropical forest, where spotted deer would eventually browse
upon masses of fruit, bananas, oranges, and giant pomegranates,
while a troop of naked natives whirled darts into the air.
Between the stitches she looked to one side and read a sentence
about the Reality of Matter, or the Nature of Good. Round her men
in blue jerseys knelt and scrubbed the boards, or leant over the rails
and whistled, and not far off Mr. Pepper sat cutting up roots with
a penknife. The rest were occupied in other parts of the ship:
Ridley at his Greek--he had never found quarters more to his liking;
Willoughby at his documents, for he used a voyage to work of arrears
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: Exigua parte aestatis reliqua Caesar, etsi in his locis, quod omnis
Gallia ad septentriones vergit, maturae sunt hiemes, tamen in Britanniam
proficisci contendit, quod omnibus fere Gallicis bellis hostibus nostris
inde subministrata auxilia intellegebat, et si tempus anni ad bellum
gerendum deficeret, tamen magno sibi usui fore arbitrabatur, si modo
insulam adiisset, genus hominum perspexisset, loca, portus, aditus
cognovisset; quae omnia fere Gallis erant incognita. Neque enim temere
praeter mercatores illo adit quisquam, neque his ipsis quicquam praeter
oram maritimam atque eas regiones quae sunt contra Galliam notum est.
Itaque vocatis ad se undique mercatoribus, neque quanta esset insulae
magnitudo neque quae aut quantae nationes incolerent, neque quem usum
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: beyond bodily control.
My father, however, mearly sighed and observed:
"So it has come at last!"
"What has come at last?" I asked, but feeling that he meant Love.
For although forty-two and not what he once was, he still remembers
his Youth.
But he refused to anser, and inquired politely if I felt to much
grown-up, with the Allowence and so on, to be held on knees and
occasionaly tickeled, as in other days.
Which I did not.
That night I stood at the window of my Chamber and gazed with a
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