| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: power of asking the cause. "O my bairn!" she cried, "gang na
forward--gang na forward--it's a sight to kill onybody, let alane
thee."
"In God's name, what's the matter?" said the astonished
horseman, endeavouring to extricate his bridle from the grasp of
the old woman; "for Heaven's sake, let me go and see what's the
matter."
"Ohon! that I should have lived to see the day!--The steading's
a' in a low, and the bonny stack-yard lying in the red ashes, and
the gear a' driven away. But gang na forward ; it wad break your
young heart, hinny, to see what my auld een hae seen this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: universally admitted to be in an especial manner the attribute of Love;
ungrace and love are always at war with one another. The fairness of his
complexion is revealed by his habitation among the flowers; for he dwells
not amid bloomless or fading beauties, whether of body or soul or aught
else, but in the place of flowers and scents, there he sits and abides.
Concerning the beauty of the god I have said enough; and yet there remains
much more which I might say. Of his virtue I have now to speak: his
greatest glory is that he can neither do nor suffer wrong to or from any
god or any man; for he suffers not by force if he suffers; force comes not
near him, neither when he acts does he act by force. For all men in all
things serve him of their own free will, and where there is voluntary
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: I was there, and beyond the screan, changing into the garments of
penury, was the only member of the Other Sex I had ever felt I
could truly care for.
Dear Dairy, I am tired and my head aches. I cannot write it all. He
was perfectly respectfull, and only his eyes showed his true
feelings. The woman who is the Adventuress in the play came to the
Door, but he motioned her away with a waive of the hand. And at
last it was over, and he was asking me to come again soon, and if
I wou1d care to have one of his pictures.
I am very sleepy tonight, but I cannot close this record of a
w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l d-a-y----
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