| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: gairden his lane at the praying when Tam and the lass cam by; and what
should the lassie do but mock with laughter at the sant's devotions?
He rose and lookit at the twa o' them, and Tam's knees knoitered
thegether at the look of him. But whan he spak, it was mair in sorrow
than in anger. 'Poor thing, poor thing!" says he, and it was the lass
he lookit at, "I hear you skirl and laugh," he says, "but the Lord has
a deid shot prepared for you, and at that surprising judgment ye shall
skirl but the ae time!" Shortly thereafter she was daundering on the
craigs wi' twa-three sodgers, and it was a blawy day. There cam a
gowst of wind, claught her by the coats, and awa' wi' her bag and
baggage. And it was remarked by the sodgers that she gied but the ae
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poor and Proud by Oliver Optic: mother could not pay him. She felt assured he was cold and cruel
enough to execute his wicked threat to turn them out of the
house, though her mother had not been off her bed for many weeks.
What could be done? They could not pay the rent; that was
impossible; and she regarded it as just as impossible to melt the
heart of Dr. Flynch. But long before she went to sleep she had
decided what to do.
Worn out with fatigue and anxiety, she did not wake till a late
hour; and her mother, who had kept a weary vigil all night, was
glad to see her sleep so well, and did not arouse her. She was
refreshed by her deep slumbers, and got up feeling like a new
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: I thanked Comrade Bannerman for his pamphlets and threw him a
few coins to pay for the melons he had given me. But my peep into
his soul had taught me more than his propaganda could teach me.
Later I read all the pamphlets because I had promised I would.
They told of the labor movement and the theories at work in
Germany. One of them was called Merrie England and declared that
England had once been merry, but capitalism had crushed all joy
and turned the island into a living hell. I remembered my mother
in Wales rocking her baby's cradle and singing all day long with
a voice vibrant with joy. If capitalism had crushed her heart she
hadn't heard about it.
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