| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: of those new gimcracks, the steamboats, and indeed thinks
himself too advanced in life to undertake sea-voyages.
Little Britain has occasionally its factions and divisions, and
party spirit ran very high at one time in consequence of two
rival "Burial Societies" being set up in the place. One held its
meeting at the Swan and Horse Shoe, and was patronized by the
cheesemonger; the other at the Cock and Crown, under the
auspices of the apothecary; it is needless to say that the latter
was the most flourishing. I have passed an evening or two at
each, and have acquired much valuable information, as to the
best mode of being buried, the comparative merits of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: sculptor who ever felt it a delight and duty to copy the beautiful
works of God.
Sometimes, again, especially in Denmark, these savages have left
behind upon the shore mounds of dirt, which are called there
"kjokken-moddings"--"kitchen-middens" as they would say in
Scotland, "kitchen-dirtheaps" as we should say here down South--
and a very good name for them that is; for they are made up of the
shells of oysters, cockles, mussels, and periwinkles, and other
shore-shells besides, on which those poor creatures fed; and
mingled with them are broken bones of beasts, and fishes, and
birds, and flint knives, and axes, and sling stones; and here and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: overalls, his eyes travelled across the pool to the side-hill. His fingers had
clutched the match-box, but they relaxed their hold and the hand came out
empty. The man wavered perceptibly. He looked at his preparations for cooking
and he looked at the hill.
"Guess I'll take another whack at her," he concluded, starting to cross the
stream.
"They ain't no sense in it, I know," he mumbled apologetically. "But keepin'
grub back an hour ain't goin' to hurt none, I reckon."
A few feet back from his first line of test-pans he started a second line. The
sun dropped down the western sky, the shadows lengthened, but the man worked
on. He began a third line of test-pans. He was cross-cutting the hillside,
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