| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: Champ de Mars. With some horses.'
'Did you, indeed?' I said. 'Capital.' I asked him if he didn't
atrociously miss the life of the Quarter, and he surprised me by
saying that he never had lived it. He had been en pension instead
with a dear old professor of chemistry and his family at Puteaux,
and used to go in and out. A smile came into his eyes at the
rememberance, and he told me one after the other idyllic little
stories of the old professor and madame. Madame and the omelet--
madame and the melon--M. Vibois and the maire; I sat charmed. So
long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and
expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James: delay in my departure. Next day he would not accept a cent for
the service, and he and I are friends for life.
"During the first weeks of my experience I was on guard only
against worry and anger; but, in the mean time, having noticed
the absence of the other depressing and dwarfing passions, I
began to trace a relationship, until I was convinced that they
are all growths from the two roots I have specified. I have felt
the freedom now for so long a time that I am sure of my relation
toward it; and I could no more harbor any of the thieving and
depressing influences that once I nursed as a heritage of
humanity than a fop would voluntarily wallow in a filthy gutter.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: "Ah, Leandre, if he should find us here together! I tremble at the
very thought."
More was not needed to reassure Andre-Louis. He had overheard
enough to know that this was but the case of a pair of lovers who,
with less to fear of life, were yet - after the manner of their
kind - more timid of heart than he. Curiosity drew him from his
warm trough to the edge of the hay. Lying prone, he advanced his
head and peered down.
In the space of cropped meadow between the barn and the hedge stood
a man and a woman, both young. The man was a well-set-up, comely
fellow, with a fine head of chestnut hair tied in a queue by a
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