|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James:
sufficiently at sea to cause him to continue: "Why, the effect of
I seemed to catch the tail of his idea. "Mrs. Meldrum's?"
"They're so awfully ugly and they add so to the dear woman's
ugliness." This remark began to flash a light, and when he quickly
added "She sees herself, she sees her own fate!" my response was so
immediate that I had almost taken the words out of his mouth.
While I tried to fix this sudden image of Flora's face glazed in
and cross-barred even as Mrs. Meldrum's was glazed and barred, he
went on to assert that only the horror of that image, looming out
at herself, could be the reason of her avoiding the person who so
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato:
assertion which almost immediately follows, that pleasure and pain
naturally have their seat in the third or mixed class: these two
statements are unreconciled. In like manner, the table of goods does not
distinguish between the two heads of measure and symmetry; and though a
hint is given that the divine mind has the first place, nothing is said of
this in the final summing up. The relation of the goods to the sciences
does not appear; though dialectic may be thought to correspond to the
highest good, the sciences and arts and true opinions are enumerated in the
fourth class. We seem to have an intimation of a further discussion, in
which some topics lightly passed over were to receive a fuller
consideration. The various uses of the word 'mixed,' for the mixed life,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey:
Florence to be worried further about me. Their happy day has
already been spoiled on my account. I want to get out quick."
"Wal, you might be too damn considerate of Miss Hammond's
sensitive feelin's." There was now no trace of the courteous,
kindly old rancher. He looked harder than stone. "How about my
feelin's? I want to know if you're goin' to let this sneakin'
coyote, this last gasp of the old rum-guzzlin' frontier sheriffs,
put you in irons an' hawg-tie you an' drive you off to jail?"
"Yes," replied Stewart, steadily.
"Wal, by Gawd! You, Gene Stewart! What's come over you? Why,
man, go in the house, an' I'll 'tend to this feller. Then
The Light of Western Stars