| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: wound the halter about the tree that he could go neither back nor
forwards, nor so much as put down his head to browse. There he
stood, poor rogue, part puzzled, part angry, part, I believe, amused.
He had not given up hope, and dully revolved the problem in his head,
giving ever and again another jerk at the few inches of free rope
that still remained unwound. A humorous sort of sympathy for the
creature took hold upon me. I went up, and, not without some trouble
on my part, and much distrust and resistance on the part of Neddy,
got him forced backwards until the whole length of the halter was set
loose, and he was once more as free a donkey as I dared to make him.
I was pleased (as people are) with this friendly action to a fellow-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: length of his list - she had counted his candles almost as often as
himself - and this made him wonder what could have been the length
of hers. He had wondered before at the coincidence of their
losses, especially as from time to time a new candle was set up.
On some occasion some accident led him to express this curiosity,
and she answered as if in surprise that he hadn't already
understood. "Oh for me, you know, the more there are the better -
there could never be too many. I should like hundreds and hundreds
- I should like thousands; I should like a great mountain of
light."
Then of course in a flash he understood. "Your Dead are only One?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: in our land we eat no fish, for fear of Atergatis their
queen. Yet the priests say that nothing but my blood can
atone for a sin which I never committed.'
But Perseus laughed, and said, 'A sea-monster? I have fought
with worse than him: I would have faced Immortals for your
sake; how much more a beast of the sea?'
Then Andromeda looked up at him, and new hope was kindled in
her breast, so proud and fair did he stand, with one hand
round her, and in the other the glittering sword. But she
only sighed, and wept the more, and cried -
'Why will you die, young as you are? Is there not death and
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