|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov:
comes back again and tears his heart more cruelly than ever. With
a look of anxiety and suffering Iona's eyes stray restlessly
among the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street:
can he not find among those thousands someone who will listen to
him? But the crowds flit by heedless of him and his misery. . . .
His misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If Iona's heart were
to burst and his misery to flow out, it would flood the whole
world, it seems, but yet it is not seen. It has found a
hiding-place in such an insignificant shell that one would not
have found it with a candle by daylight. . . .
Iona sees a house-porter with a parcel and makes up his mind to
The Schoolmistress and Other Stories
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato:
want to be seen by Lysis; so upon second thoughts I refrained.
In the meantime Menexenus came back and sat down in his place by Lysis; and
Lysis, in a childish and affectionate manner, whispered privately in my
ear, so that Menexenus should not hear: Do, Socrates, tell Menexenus what
you have been telling me.
Suppose that you tell him yourself, Lysis, I replied; for I am sure that
you were attending.
Certainly, he replied.
Try, then, to remember the words, and be as exact as you can in repeating
them to him, and if you have forgotten anything, ask me again the next time
that you see me.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton:
ter at the Presidio. If he did not burn the house of
his devoted host he ran it to suit himself. He
turned one of its rooms into an office, where he re-
ceived the envoys from the different Missions and
examined the samples of everything submitted to
him, trusting little to his commissary. His leisure
he employed scouring the country or shooting deer
and quail in the company of his younger hosts. The
literal mind of Don Jose accepted him as an actual
son and embryonic California, and, his conscience
at peace, revelled in his society as a sign from