| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "We weren't going to ride to-day," she said.
"Let me go," Chris proposed. "You stay here. I'll be down and back in no
time."
She shook her head.
"Who's going for the mail?" the voice insisted.
"Where's Martin?" Lute called, lifting; her voice in answer.
"I don't know," came the voice. "I think Robert took him along
somewhere--horse-buying, or fishing, or I don't know what. There's really
nobody left but Chris and you. Besides, it will give you an appetite for
dinner. You've been lounging in the hammock all day. And Uncle Robert must
have his newspaper."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Alexandria and her Schools by Charles Kingsley: analogy between the physical and the spiritual, which alone makes poetry
(and I had almost said philosophy also) possible, and have taught him to
behold alike in suns and planets, in flowers and insects, in man and in
beings higher than man, one glorious order of love and wisdom, linking
them all to Him from whom they all proceed, rays from His cloudless
sunlight, mirrors of His eternal glory.
But as the Elizabethan age, exhausted by its own fertility, gave place
to the Caroline, Neoplatonism ran through much the same changes. It was
good for us, after all, that the plain strength of the Puritans,
unphilosophical as they were, swept it away. One feels in reading the
later Neoplatonists, Henry More, Smith, even Cudworth (valuable as he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: broad flat stone near his garden door, which was the seat of
science he usually occupied when disposed to receive his patients
or clients. The inside of his hut, and that of his garden, he
kept as sacred from human intrusion as the natives of Otaheite do
their Morai;--apparently he would have deemed it polluted by the
step of any human being. When he shut himself up in his
habitation, no entreaty could prevail upon him to make himself
visible, or to give audience to any one whomsoever.
Earnscliff had been fishing in a small river at some distance.
He had his rod in his hand, and his basket, filled with trout, at
his shoulder. He sate down upon a stone nearly opposite to the
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