| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: apartment to call for or bring whatever was wanted, or, in a
word, to answer the purposes of a modern bell-wire, the
conversation began to turn upon politics, and the state of the
country; and Lord Menteith enquired anxiously and particularly
what clans were expected to join the proposed muster of the
King's friends.
"That depends much, my lord, on the person who lifts the banner,"
said the Laird; "for you know we Highlanders, when a few clans
are assembled, are not easily commanded by one of our own Chiefs,
or, to say the truth, by any other body. We have heard a rumour,
indeed, that Colkitto--that is, young Colkitto, or Alaster
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: Unspeakable for sadness. By and by
The ruddy square of comfortable light,
Far-blazing from the rear of Philip's house,
Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures
The bird of passage, till he madly strikes
Against it, and beats out his weary life.
For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street,
The latest house to landward; but behind,
With one small gate that open'd on the waste,
Flourish'd a little garden square and wall'd:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac: know why she had put herself at the mercy of fair hair. Such men as de
Marsay, Montriveau, and Vandenesse, dark-haired and well grown, had a
ray of sunlight in their eyes."
It was a storm of epigrams. Her speeches, like bullets, came hissing
past his ears. Every word that Diane hurled at him was triple-barbed;
she humiliated, stung, and wounded him with an art that was all her
own, as half a score of savages can torture an enemy bound to a stake.
"You are mad!" he cried at last, at the end of his patience, and out
he went in God knows what mood. He drove as if he had never handled
the reins before, locked his wheels in the wheels of other vehicles,
collided with the curbstone in the Place Louis-Quinze, went he knew
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