| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: as the light began to fail him, he came into the house of his own
accord, looking puzzled. "I've had a great gale of prayer upon my
speerit," said he. "I canna mind sae muckle's what I had for denner."
The creed of God's Remnant was justified in the life of its founder.
"And yet I dinna ken," said Kirstie. "He's maybe no more stockfish than
his neeghbours! He rode wi' the rest o' them, and had a good stamach to
the work, by a' that I hear! God's Remnant! The deil's clavers! There
wasna muckle Christianity in the way Hob guided Johnny Dickieson, at the
least of it; but Guid kens! Is he a Christian even? He might be a
Mahommedan or a Deevil or a Fire-worshipper, for what I ken."
The third brother had his name on a door-plate, no less, in the city of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: His agitation was even greater on the whole than she had at first
allowed for. "I say, you know, you mustn't think of leaving!" he
at last broke out.
"Of leaving Cocker's, you mean?"
"Yes, you must stay on there, whatever happens, and help a fellow."
She was silent a little, partly because it was so strange and
exquisite to feel him watch her as if it really mattered to him and
he were almost in suspense. "Then you HAVE quite recognised what
I've tried to do?" she asked.
"Why, wasn't that exactly what I dashed over from my door just now
to thank you for?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: looked at me. But I passed them, and my troubles began. Milda
was fourteen years old, an unadulterated broncho, and in
temperament was a combination of mule and jack-rabbit blended
equally. If you pressed your hand on her flank and told her to
get over, she lay down on you. If you got her by the head and
told her to back, she walked forward over you. And if you got
behind her and shoved and told her to "Giddap!" she sat down on
you. Also, she wouldn't walk. For endless weary miles I strove
with her, but never could I get her to walk a step. Finally, she
was a manger-glutton. No matter how near or far from the stable,
when six o'clock came around she bolted for home and never missed
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