| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: "So it is, sir," said old Yeo, "and I follow you in it."
"And so do I," squeaked Jack Brimblecombe.
"Nay, then, Jack, thou shalt not outrun me. So I say yes too,"
quoth Cary.
"Mr. Drew?"
"At your service, sir, to live or die. I know naught about
stockading; but Sir Francis would have given the same counsel, I
verily believe, if he had been in your place."
"Then tell the men that we start in an hour's time. Win over the
Pelicans, Yeo and Drew; and the rest must follow, like sheep over a
hedge."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: well to have the curtain of the tennaile a straight line, as a crooked
one,--he might be said to have thought of nothing else but poor Le Fever
and his boy the whole time he smoaked it.
Chapter 3.L.
The Story of Le Fever Continued.
It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe,
that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following
account.
I despaired, at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back your
honour any kind of intelligence concerning the poor sick lieutenant--Is he
in the army, then? said my uncle Toby--He is, said the corporal--And in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: be carried pretty far, and it will make our system talked about,
and maybe our world, too, and raise us in the respect of the
general public of heaven. Why, look here - Shakespeare walked
backwards before that tailor from Tennessee, and scattered flowers
for him to walk on, and Homer stood behind his chair and waited on
him at the banquet. Of course that didn't go for much THERE,
amongst all those big foreigners from other systems, as they hadn't
heard of Shakespeare or Homer either, but it would amount to
considerable down there on our little earth if they could know
about it. I wish there was something in that miserable
spiritualism, so we could send them word. That Tennessee village
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