| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: like the souls of clay. For I drive them forth by strange
paths, Perseus, that they may fight the Titans and the
monsters, the enemies of Gods and men. Through doubt and
need, danger and battle, I drive them; and some of them are
slain in the flower of youth, no man knows when or where; and
some of them win noble names, and a fair and green old age;
but what will be their latter end I know not, and none, save
Zeus, the father of Gods and men. Tell me now, Perseus,
which of these two sorts of men seem to you more blest?'
Then Perseus answered boldly: 'Better to die in the flower
of youth, on the chance of winning a noble name, than to live
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Catherine de Medici by Honore de Balzac: the effect behind, thus leaving her mother-in-law an opportunity to
examine the papers, the bulk of which might have excited the young
queen's suspicions had she noticed it.
"Never tell women of the dangers you have run when you have come out
of them safe and sound," she said, turning to show herself to
Christophe.
"Ah! madame, I have your bill, too," he said, looking at her with
well-played simplicity.
The young queen eyed him, but did not take the paper; and she noticed,
though without at the moment drawing any conclusions, that he had
taken her bill from his pocket, whereas he had carried Queen
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: about the young woman, Janet M'Clour?'
'Weel, what about her? what do I ken?' cries Haddo.
'M'Brair, ye daft auld wife, I tell ye as true's truth, I
never meddled her. It was just daffing, I tell ye: daffing,
and nae mair: a piece of fun, like! I'm no denying but what
I'm fond of fun, sma' blame to me! But for onything sarious
- hout, man, it might come to a deposeetion! I'll sweir it
to ye. Where's a Bible, till you hear me sweir?'
'There is nae Bible in your study,' said M'Brair severely.
And Haddo, after a few distracted turns, was constrained to
accept the fact.
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