| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: "You think you know what's the matter with me." There was a
curious mockery in the weak voice. "You think I've drunk myself
into this state. You think I'm on the verge of the D.T.'s now.
That empty bottle under the bed proves it, doesn't it? And anybody
around here will tell you that Gypsy Nan has thrown enough empties
out of the window there to stock a bottle factory for years, some
of them on the flat roof just outside the window, some of them on
the roof of the shed below, and some of them down into the yard,
just depending on how drunk she was and how far she could throw.
And that proves it, too, doesn't it? Well, maybe it does, that's
what I did it for; but I never touched the stuff, not a drop of it,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: take in hunting the stately Stag, the generous Buck, the wild Boar, the
cunning Otter, the crafty Fox, and the fearful Hare ! And if I may
descend to a lower game, what pleasure is it sometimes with gins to
betray the very vermin of the earth; as namely, the Fichat, the Fulimart,
the Ferret, the Pole-cat, the Mouldwarp, and the like creatures that live
upon the face, and within the bowels of, the Earth. How doth the Earth
bring forth herbs, flowers, and fruits, both for physick and the pleasure
of mankind! and above all, to me at least, the fruitful vine, of which
when I drink moderately, it clears my brain, cheers my heart, and
sharpens my wit. How could Cleopatra have feasted Mark Antony with
eight wild Boars roasted whole at one supper, and other meat suitable,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac: he landed he saw a bit of paper floating in the water, and he picked
it up, looked at it, and carried it to his wife, who fell down as if
dead, seeing her own writing. Cambremer said nothing, but he went to
Croisic, and heard that his son was in a billiard room; so then he
went to the mistress of the cafe, and said to her:--
"'I told Jacques not to use a piece of gold with which he will pay
you; give it back to me, and I'll give you white money in place of
it.'
"The good woman did as she was told. Cambremer took the money and just
said 'Good,' and then he went home. So far, all the town knows that;
but now comes what I alone know, though others have always had some
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