| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: then is that all laws are outlaw, and men do what they will till the
new King is chosen.
'"I will amend that," said the King hotly. "I will have it so that
though King, son, and grandson were all slain in one day, still the
King's peace should hold over all England! What is a man that his
mere death must upheave a people? We must have the Law."
'"Truth," said William of Exeter; but that he would have said
to any word of the King.
'The two great barons behind said nothing. This teaching was
clean against their stomachs, for when the King's peace ends, the
great barons go to war and increase their lands. At that instant we
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: morrow." And he piped the song of the morrow, and it was as long
as years; and the nurse wept out aloud at the hearing of it.
"This is true," said the King's daughter, "that you pipe the song
of the morrow; but that ye have power upon the hour, how may I know
that? Show me a marvel here upon the beach, between the waves and
the dead leaves."
And the man said, "Upon whom?"
"Here is my nurse," quoth the King's daughter. "She is weary of
the wind. Show me a good marvel upon her."
And, lo! the nurse fell upon the beach as it were two handfuls of
dead leaves, and the wind whirled them widdershins, and the sand
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: with every breath, waking up into a new, wonderful, far more thrilling and
exciting world than the daylight one. And what is this queer sensation
that you're a conspirator? Lightly, stealthily you move about your room.
You take something off the dressing-table and put it down again without a
sound. And everything, even the bed-post, knows you, responds, shares your
secret...
You're not very fond of your room by day. You never think about it.
You're in and out, the door opens and slams, the cupboard creaks. You sit
down on the side of your bed, change your shoes and dash out again. A dive
down to the glass, two pins in your hair, powder your nose and off again.
But now--it's suddenly dear to you. It's a darling little funny room.
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