| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: That canst give increase to the sweet-breath'd kine,
And to the kid its little horns, and bring
The soft and silky blossoms to the vine,
Where is that old nepenthe which of yore
Man got from poppy root and glossy-berried mandragore!
There was a time when any common bird
Could make me sing in unison, a time
When all the strings of boyish life were stirred
To quick response or more melodious rhyme
By every forest idyll; - do I change?
Or rather doth some evil thing through thy fair pleasaunce range?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: and asked strict account of Louis' progress. So kindly and so winning
was her manner, that his tutors told her the truth, pointing out where
Louis was weak, so that she might help him in his lessons. Then came
dinner, and play after dinner, then a walk, and lessons were learned
till bedtime.
So their days went. It was a uniform but full life; work and
amusements left them not a dull hour in the day. Discouragement and
quarreling were impossible. The mother's boundless love made
everything smooth. She taught her little sons moderation by refusing
them nothing, and submission by making them see underlying Necessity
in its many forms; she put heart into them with timely praise;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: which you are in need."
"I don't wish to sleep," replied the Englishman. "What
will your cousin think of the affairs of Russia?"
"That they seem for the time in a bad way. But, bah!
the Muscovite government is powerful; it cannot be really
uneasy at an invasion of barbarians."
"Too much ambition has lost the greatest empires," an-
swered Blount, who was not exempt from a certain English
jealousy with regard to Russian pretensions in Central Asia.
"Oh, do not let us talk politics," cried Jolivet. "It is
forbidden by the faculty. Nothing can be worse for wounds
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