|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson:
and here, sure enough, was one of Marco Sadeler's heroes. He was
robed in white like any spectre, and the hood falling back, in the
instancy of his contention with the barrow, disclosed a pate as
bald and yellow as a skull. He might have been buried any time
these thousand years, and all the lively parts of him resolved into
earth and broken up with the farmer's harrow.
I was troubled besides in my mind as to etiquette. Durst I address
a person who was under a vow of silence? Clearly not. But drawing
near, I doffed my cap to him with a far-away superstitious
reverence. He nodded back, and cheerfully addressed me. Was I
going to the monastery? Who was I? An Englishman? Ah, an
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"In my thought," quoth the man, "one thing is as good - "
"Oh, spare me that," said the Earl's daughter, "and tell me why I
"Listen and look," said the man.
Now the wind blew through the Poor Thing like an infant crying, so
that her heart was melted; and her eyes were unsealed, and she was
aware of the thing as it were a babe unmothered, and she took it to
her arms, and it melted in her arms like the air.
"Come," said the man, "behold a vision of our children, the busy
hearth, and the white heads. And let that suffice, for it is all
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"I may not believe that," said she; "else why should you carry it?"
"I do so," said he, "because it was so my fathers did in the
ancient ages; and I have neither a better reason nor a worse."
Now the Earl's daughter could not find it in her mind to believe
him. "Come," quoth she, "sell me this, for I am sure it is a thing
"Nay," said the man, "the thing is not for sale."
"What!" cried the Earl's daughter. "Then what make you here in the
town's market, with the thing in your creel and nought beside?"
"I sit here," says the man, "to get me a wife."
"There is no sense in any of these answers," thought the Earl's