|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac:
philanthropy to submit to the harsh discipline of an asylum. In the
higher end of the valley of Isere, where cretins are very numerous,
they lead an out-of-door life with the cattle which they are taught to
herd. There, at any rate, they are at large, and receive the reverence
due to misfortune.
A moment later the village bell clinked at slow regular intervals, to
acquaint the flock with the death of one of their number. In the sound
that reached the cottage but faintly across the intervening space,
there was a thought of religion which seemed to fill it with a
melancholy peace. The tread of many feet echoed up the road, giving
notice of an approaching crowd of people--a crowd that uttered not a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White:
Memba Sasa's first detached and impersonal attitude.
As time went on, however, and we grew to know each other better,
this attitude entirely changed. At first the change consisted
merely in dropping the disinterested pose as respects game. For
it was a pose. Memba Sasa was most keenly interested in game
whenever it was an object of pursuit. It did not matter how
common the particular species might be: if we wanted it, Memba
Sasa would look upon it with eager ferocity; and if we did not
want it, he paid no attention to it at all. When we started in
the morning, or in the relaxation of our return at night, I would
mention casually a few of the things that might prove acceptable.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister:
Professor's own language. Oscar received seventy-five per cent for this
achievement--a good mark. But Billy's mark was eighty-six and Bertie's
ninety. "There is some mistake," said Oscar to them when they told him
; and he hastened to the Professor with his tale. "There is no
mistake," said the Professor. Oscar smiled with increased deference.
"But," he urged, "I assure you, sir, those young men knew absolutely
nothing. I was their tutor, and they knew nothing at all. I taught
them all their information myself." "In that case," replied the
Professor, not pleased with Oscar's tale-bearing, "you must have given
them more than you could spare. Good morning."
Oscar never understood. But he graduated considerably higher than