|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott:
THE LADY IN THE SACQUE.
The following narrative is given from the pen, so far as memory
permits, in the same character in which it was presented to the
author's ear; nor has he claim to further praise, or to be more
deeply censured, than in proportion to the good or bad judgment
which he has employed in selecting his materials, as he has
studiously avoided any attempt at ornament which might interfere
with the simplicity of the tale.
At the same time, it must be admitted that the particular class
of stories which turns on the marvellous possesses a stronger
influence when told than when committed to print. The volume
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte:
under pretence of mending the fire.
After this, Mr. Bloomfield was continually looking in to see if the
schoolroom was in order; and, as the children were continually
littering the floor with fragments of toys, sticks, stones,
stubble, leaves, and other rubbish, which I could not prevent their
bringing, or oblige them to gather up, and which the servants
refused to 'clean after them,' I had to spend a considerable
portion of my valuable leisure moments on my knees upon the floor,
in painsfully reducing things to order. Once I told them that they
should not taste their supper till they had picked up everything
from the carpet; Fanny might have hers when she had taken up a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson:
So we sighted Isabella and in the harbor four caravels
that had not been there when we had sailed in April.
TWO men came into the cabin, Don Diego Colon, left
in charge of Hispaniola, and with him a tall, powerful,
high-featured man, gray of eye and black and silver
of hair and short beard. As he stood beside the bed, one
saw that he must be kinsman to the man who lay upon it.
``O Bartholomew! And is this the end?'' cried Don Diego,
and I knew that the stranger was that brother, Bartholomew,
for whom the Admiral longed.