|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson:
upon the other side. Judge if I was hot! And yet not a hand was
offered to assist me. The man, indeed, told me I ought to have a
package of a different shape. I suggested, if he knew nothing
better to the point in my predicament, he might hold his tongue.
And the good-natured dog agreed with me smilingly. It was the most
despicable fix. I must plainly content myself with the pack for
Modestine, and take the following items for my own share of the
portage: a cane, a quart-flask, a pilot-jacket heavily weighted in
the pockets, two pounds of black bread, and an open basket full of
meats and bottles. I believe I may say I am not devoid of
greatness of soul; for I did not recoil from this infamous burden.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott:
Bernard Gilpin, the apostle of the north, the first who undertook
to preach the Protestant doctrines to the Border dalesmen, was
surprised, on entering one of their churches, to see a gauntlet
or mail-glove hanging above the altar. Upon inquiring; the
meaning of a symbol so indecorous being displayed in that sacred
place, he was informed by the clerk that the glove was that of a
famous swordsman, who hung it there as an emblem of a general
challenge and gage of battle to any who should dare to take the
fatal token down. "Reach it to me," said the reverend churchman.
The clerk and the sexton equally declined the perilous office,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis:
politeness, to the rooms which Mrs. Swiftwaite had taken in
the old Luke Dawson house, on Floral Avenue.
With none of the spiritual preparation which normally
precedes the buying of new clothes in Gopher Prairie, Carol
marched into Mrs. Swiftwaite's, and demanded, "I want to
see a hat, and possibly a blouse."
In the dingy old front parlor which she had tried to make
smart with a pier glass, covers from fashion magazines,
anemic French prints, Mrs. Swiftwaite moved smoothly among
the dress-dummies and hat-rests, spoke smoothly as she took
up a small black and red turban. "I am sure the lady will