|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling:
'Who was he?' said Dan.
'Why, the Marsh fever an' ague. He've clapped me on
the shoulder once or twice till I shook proper. But now
the dreenin' off of the waters have done away with the
fevers; so they make a joke, like, that the Bailiff o' the
Marshes broke his neck in a dik. A won'erful place for
bees an' ducks 'tis too.'
'An' old,' Tom went on. 'Flesh an' Blood have been
there since Time Everlastin' Beyond. Well, now, speakin'
among themselves, the Marsh men say that from Time
Everlastin' Beyond, the Pharisees favoured the Marsh
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis:
high-school education and a trade.
THE PUDDLER HAS A VISION
That caravan of railroad cars bearing the happy lodge members
to their meeting in the Rockies, had started a train of thought
that went winding through my mind ever after. In fancy I saw the
envious Bannerman shaking his fist at his thriftier, happier
brothers. Should I denounce the banding together of men for the
promotion of fun and good fellowship? Were these men hastening
the downfall of America as the communist predicted? Is not good
fellowship a necessary feeling in the hearts of civilized men?
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac:
varnished, and framed, he looked upon it as one of his best
works. Madame la Baronne de Rouville had never spoken of it
again. Was this from indifference or pride? The painter would not
allow himself to account for this silence. He joyfully plotted
with Adelaide to hang the picture in its place when Madame de
Rouville should be out. So one day, during the walk her mother
usually took in the Tuileries, Adelaide for the first time went
up to Hippolyte's studio, on the pretext of seeing the portrait
in the good light in which it had been painted. She stood
speechless and motionless, but in ecstatic contemplation, in
which all a woman's feelings were merged. For are they not all