| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: put her coffee-cup, and then she glanced out again at the laburnum
hanging over the plains. 'I--I am glad to hear it. These
separations you take so lightly out here are miserable, tragic.'
The other ladies did not exchange glances this time. Miss
Anderson's change of tone was too marked for comment which she might
have detected.
'Colonel Innes got the telegram this morning. She wired from
Brindisi,' Mrs. Gammidge said.
'Does he seem pleased?' asked Mrs. Mickie, demurely.
'He said he was afraid she would find it very hot coming up here
from Bombay. And, of course, he is worried about a house. When a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: inimitable at a merry song; but the life of the club, and indeed
the prime wit of Little Britain, is bully Wagstaff himself. His
ancestors were all wags before him, and he has inherited with
the inn a large stock of songs and jokes, which go with it from
generation to generation as heirlooms. He is a dapper little
fellow, with bandy legs and pot belly, a red face, with a moist,
merry eye, and a little shock of gray hair behind. At the
opening of every club night he is called in to sing his
"Confession of Faith," which is the famous old drinking trowl
from "Gammer Gurton's Needle." He sings it, to be sure, with
many variations, as he received it from his father's lips; for it
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: their fire produces a sort of prism between his eyes and the woman.
From this point of view the clasp with which Beaumarchis' Cherubin
seizes Marceline is a stroke of genius. But when we reflect that in
the utter isolation to which poverty condemned poor Athanase,
Mademoiselle Cormon was the only figure presented to his gaze, that
she attracted his eye incessantly, that all the light he had was
concentrated on her, surely his love may be considered natural.
This sentiment, so carefully hidden, increased from day to day.
Desires, sufferings, hopes, and meditations swelled in quietness and
silence the lake widening ever in the young man's breast, as hour by
hour added its drop of water to the volume. And the wider this inward
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