|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister:
Godfrey (for I have called him by his right name ever since) died and left
me what in those old days six years ago was still a large amount. To-day
we understand what true riches mean. But in those bygone times six years
ago, a million dollars was a sum considerable enough to be still seen, as
it were, with the naked eye. That was my bequest from Uncle Godfrey, and
I felt myself to be the possessor of a fortune."
At this point in Richard's narrative, a sigh escaped from Ethel.
"I know," he immediately said, "that money is always welcome. But it is
certainly some consolation to reflect how slight a loss a million dollars
is counted to-day in New York. And I did not lose all of it."
"I met Ethel at the train on her return from Florida, and crossed with
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato:
careful to fashion the body, should in turn impart to the soul its proper
motions, and should cultivate music and all philosophy, if he would deserve
to be called truly fair and truly good. And the separate parts should be
treated in the same manner, in imitation of the pattern of the universe;
for as the body is heated and also cooled within by the elements which
enter into it, and is again dried up and moistened by external things, and
experiences these and the like affections from both kinds of motions, the
result is that the body if given up to motion when in a state of quiescence
is overmastered and perishes; but if any one, in imitation of that which we
call the foster-mother and nurse of the universe, will not allow the body
ever to be inactive, but is always producing motions and agitations through
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
as mine, husband. Had I been thus--ah! I shudder to think of it--
within a year you would have hated me. Perhaps it had not been so
with another, the fair maid of far away, but me you would have
hated. Nay, I know it, though I know this also, that I should not
have lived to feel your hate. Oh! I am thankful, thankful.'
Then I left her for a while, marvelling at the great love which she
had given me, and wondering also if there was any truth in her
words, and if the heart of man could be so ungrateful and so vile.
Supposing that Otomie was now as many were who walked the streets
of Tenoctitlan that day, a mass of dreadful scars, hairless, and
with blind and whitened eyeballs, should I then have shrunk from