|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
of any sense he would have made five thousand pounds at least.' And they
will not listen to me. Give me another labour!"
And the stranger said: "Take a message to one man. Find him, whether he
sleep or wake, whether he eat or drink; and say to him: 'Where are the
souls of the men that you have bought?'
"And if he shall answer you and say: 'I bought no men's souls! The souls
that I bought were the souls of dogs?' Then ask him this question, say to
him, 'Where are the--'
"And if he cry out, 'You lie, you lie! I know what you are going to say.
What do I know of envoys? Was I ever afraid of the British Government? It
is all a lie!' Then question him no further. But say: 'There was a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock:
dine? or wilt thou fight and dine? or wilt thou dine and fight?
I am for thee, choose as thou mayest."
"I will dine," said the knight; "for with lady I never fought before,
and with friar I never fought yet, and with neither will I ever
fight knowingly: and if this be the queen of the forest, I will not,
being in her own dominions, be backward to do her homage."
So saying, he kissed the hand of Marian, who was pleased most graciously
to express her approbation.
"Gramercy, sir knight," said the friar, "I laud thee for
thy courtesy, which I deem to be no less than thy valour.
Now do thou follow me, while I follow my nose, which scents
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson:
behind the door, the stove crackling in a corner, and perhaps
the table roughly laid against a meal, - and man's order, the
little clean spots that he creates to dwell in, were at once
contrasted with the rich passivity of nature. And yet our
house was everywhere so wrecked and shattered, the air came
and went so freely, the sun found so many portholes, the
golden outdoor glow shone in so many open chinks, that we
enjoyed, at the same time, some of the comforts of a roof and
much of the gaiety and brightness of al fresco life. A
single shower of rain, to be sure, and we should have been
drowned out like mice. But ours was a Californian summer,