|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau:
still see men in herds for all them. A familiar name cannot make
a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains
in secret his own wild title earned in the woods. We have a wild
savage in us, and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded
as ours. I see that my neighbor, who bears the familiar epithet
William or Edwin, takes it off with his jacket. It does not
adhere to him when asleep or in anger, or aroused by any passion
or inspiration. I seem to hear pronounced by some of his kin at
such a time his original wild name in some jaw-breaking or else
Here is this vast, savage, hovering mother of ours, Nature, lying
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:
French, with a grotesque excess of sibilant sounds. It was an accent
that he had often imitated, as youths will imitate characteristics
that excite their mirth. Opportunely he had bethought him of that
Spanish student, and it was upon his speech that to-night he modelled
his own. The audience of Guichen found it as laughable on his lips
as he and his fellows had found it formerly on the lips of that
Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Binet - listening to that glib
impromptu of which the scenario gave no indication - had recovered
from his fears.
"Dieu de Dieu!" he whispered, grinning. "Did he do it, then, on
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry:
revealed the blackness of an adjoining room's interior.
The boy clutched both of Father Rogan's hands. "I'm
so glad you came," he said; "but why did you come in
the night? Did sister send you?"
"Off wid ye! Am I to be sint about, at me age, as
was Terence McShane, of Ballymahone? I come on me
Lorison had also advanced to the boy's bedside. He
was fond of children; and the wee fellow, laving himself
down to sleep alone ill that dark room, stirred-his heart.
"Aren't you afraid, little man?" he asked, stooping