|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson:
and the keen morning air. Morning? why, how tired of it she would
be before night! and if she did not sleep, how then? It is
fortunate that not many of us are brought up publicly to justify
our lives at the bar of threescore years and ten; fortunate that
such a number are knocked opportunely on the head in what they call
the flower of their years, and go away to suffer for their follies
in private somewhere else. Otherwise, between sick children and
discontented old folk, we might be put out of all conceit of life.
I had need of all my cerebral hygiene during that day's paddle:
the old devotee stuck in my throat sorely. But I was soon in the
seventh heaven of stupidity; and knew nothing but that somebody was
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine:
like a boiled beet.
"He got off," Mac explained gravely to the increasing audience.
Denver nodded with an imperturbable face. "He got off."
Mac introduced Miss Messiter to such of her employees as were on
hand. " Shake hands with Miss Messiter, Missou," was the formula,
the name alone varying to suit the embarrassed gentlemen in
leathers. Each of them in turn presented a huge hand, in which
her little one disappeared for the time, and was sawed up and
down in the air like a pump-handle. Yet if she was amused she did
not show it; and her pleasure at meeting the simple, elemental
products of the plains outweighed a great deal her sense of the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott:
unable to resist the sense of the ludicrous which, as a modern
man-at-arms, he connected with the idea of these ancient weapons
of war. It was a long time ere he recovered his senses; and, in
the meantime, we leave him in the care of the Daughters of the
Mist; nurses as kind and attentive, in reality, as they were wild
and uncouth in outward appearance.
But if no faithless action stain
Thy true and constant word,
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
And glorious by my sword.