| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: and rather empty of grub, had left their clothes in tatters and
themselves worn and cadaverous. A nimbus of mosquitoes buzzed
about each man's head. Their faces were coated with blue clay.
Each carried a lump of this damp clay, and, whenever it dried and
fell from their faces, more was daubed on in its place. There was
a querulous plaint in their voices, an irritability of movement and
gesture, that told of broken sleep and a losing struggle with the
little winged pests.
"Them skeeters'll be the death of me yet," Kink Mitchell whimpered,
as the canoe felt the current on her nose, and leaped out from the
bank
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: his warning Danton could not have saved her, did better still for her
first helper. At the time when Laurent Goussard made his offer the
community of the Ursulines was, financially speaking, in an excellent
position. Having since its restoration received many liberal gifts, it
was also enriched by the savings of its superior, made from the
proceeds of her secular school, which she generously made over to the
common fund. Laurent Goussard must therefore have been thunderstruck
when he read the following letter:--
Your proposal does not suit me. My conscience will not allow me to
buy property below its proper value. Before the Revolution the
property of our abbey was estimated at--[so much]. That is the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: and secret conceptions.
"What is the present rate of Venetian sequins?" he said abruptly to
his future apprentice.
"Three-quarters at Brussels; one in Ghent."
"What is the freight on the Scheldt?"
"Three sous parisis."
"Any news at Ghent?"
"The brother of Lieven d'Herde is ruined."
"Ah!"
After giving vent to that exclamation, the old man covered his knee
with the skirt of his dalmatian, a species of robe made of black
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