| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: "My uncle has some peccadilloes on his conscience."
Mr. Wentworth looked at her, painfully at a loss; and in so
far as the signs of a pure and abstinent life were visible
in his face they were then probably peculiarly manifest.
"You are a beau vieillard, dear uncle," said Madame M;
auunster, smiling with her foreign eyes.
"I think you are paying me a compliment," said the old man.
"Surely, I am not the first woman that ever did so!"
cried the Baroness.
"I think you are," said Mr. Wentworth gravely. And turning to Felix
he added, in the same tone, "Please don't take my likeness.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: ing, like blossoms that bend to the
breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they
falter, and, lingering, languish in radiant
choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-
long fingers enchant through melodious
hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially pant-
ing, what passionate bosoms aflaming
with fire!
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: arching walls. Their shadows leaped, following the flames,
receding and advancing like playful beasts. Far above us was a
single tiny opening through which the smoke was sucked as through
a chimney. The glow ruddied the men's features. Outside was
thick darkness, and the swish and rush and roar of rising
waters. Listening, Windy Bill was reminded of a story. We
leaned back comfortably against the sloping walls of the cave,
thrust our feet toward the blaze, smoked, and hearkened to the
tale of Windy Bill.
There's a tur'ble lot of water running loose here, but I've seen
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