| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: "I gave you fair warning," shouted Moran angrily, pointing at him
with the file. "Will you answer?"
"Him no tell nuttin," observed Charlie.
"Fetch a cord here," commanded Moran. The cord was brought, and
despite Hoang's struggles and writhings the file was thrust end-
ways into his mouth and his jaws bound tightly together upon it by
means of the cord passed over his head and under his chin. Some
four inches of the file portruded from his lips. Moran took this
end and drew it out between the beach-comber's teeth, then pushed
it back slowly.
The hideous rasp of the operation turned Wilbur's blood cold
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: dependence and expectation formed in infancy which naturally attaches
a child to its parent or to its nurse (a foster parent) in a quite
peculiar way. A benefit to the child may be a burden to the parent;
but people become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the
burdens are attached to them; and to "suffer little children" has
become an affectionate impulse deep in our nature.
Now there is no such impulse to suffer our sisters and brothers, our
aunts and uncles, much less our cousins. If we could choose our
relatives, we might, by selecting congenial ones, mitigate the
repulsive effect of the obligation to like them and to admit them to
our intimacy. But to have a person imposed on us as a brother merely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: the expiatory mass with you----"
He broke off, bowed to the three, who answered not a word, gave a last
look at the garret with its signs of poverty, and vanished.
Such an adventure possessed all the interest of a romance in the lives
of the innocent nuns. So, as soon as the venerable abbe told them the
story of the mysterious gift, it was placed upon the table, and by the
feeble light of the tallow dip an indescribable curiosity appeared in
the three anxious faces. Mademoiselle de Langeais opened the box, and
found a very fine lawn handkerchief, soiled with sweat; darker stains
appeared as they unfolded it.
"That is blood!" exclaimed the priest.
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