|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott:
cannot send disease into families, and murrain among the herds,
can I attain the same end so well as by prolonging the lives of
those who can serve the purpose of destruction as effectually?--
If Alice of Bower had died in winter, would young Ruthwin have
been slain for her love the last spring?--Who thought of penning
their cattle beneath the tower when the Red Reiver of
Westburnflat was deemed to be on his death-bed?--My draughts, my
skill, recovered him. And, now, who dare leave his herd upon the
lea without a watch, or go to bed without unchaining the sleuth-
"I own," answered Earnscliff; "you did little good to society by
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli:
"artel," despite its apparent similarity, has, Mr Aylmer Maude
assures me, no connection with "ars" or "arte." Its root is that
of the verb "rotisya," to bind oneself by an oath; and it is
generally admitted to be only another form of "rota," which now
signifies a "regimental company." In both words the underlying
idea is that of a body of men united by an oath. "Tribu" were
possibly gentile groups, united by common descent, and included
individuals connected by marriage. Perhaps our words "septs" or
"clans" would be most appropriate.
CONCERNING THE SECRETARIES OF PRINCES
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie:
fair narrator herself. Everything just as it should be, you see.
Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is
what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely
selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we
nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead
So great indeed was their faith in a mother's love that they
felt they could afford to be callous for a bit longer.
But there was one there who knew better, and when Wendy
finished he uttered a hollow groan.
"What is it, Peter?" she cried, running to him, thinking he was