| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: "There, he's shouting again. Listen--I can't make out what he's
yelling."
"He'll yell to a different pipe when I get my grip of him. I'll
twist the head of that swab till he'll have to walk back'ard to
see where he's goin'. Whaduz he wave his arms for--whaduz he yell
like a dam' philly-loo bird for? What's him say, Charlie?"
"Jim heap sing, no can tell. Mebbee--tinkum sing, come back chop-
chop."
"We'll see. Oars out, men, give way. Now, son, put a little o'
that Yale stingo in the stroke."
In the crow's nest Jim still yelled and waved like one distraught,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: enormous black, glossy-looking cloak, which must have been very much
too long in calm weather, as the wind, whistling round the old
house, carried it clear out from the wearer's shoulders to about
four times his own length.
Gluck was so perfectly paralyzed by the singular appearance of
his visitor that he remained fixed without uttering a word, until
the old gentleman, having performed another and a more energetic
concerto on the knocker, turned round to look after his flyaway
cloak. In so doing he caught sight of Gluck's little yellow head
jammed in the window, with its mouth and eyes very wide open indeed.
"Hollo!" said the little gentleman; "that's not the way to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: stand, under the eye of day - in London of course, very often, it's
rather a bleared old eye - walled in to my trade. I can't get away
- so the room's a fine lesson in concentration. I've learnt the
lesson, I think; look at that big bundle of proof and acknowledge
it." He pointed to a fat roll of papers, on one of the tables,
which had not been undone.
"Are you bringing out another -?" Paul asked in a tone the fond
deficiencies of which he didn't recognise till his companion burst
out laughing, and indeed scarce even then.
"You humbug, you humbug!" - St. George appeared to enjoy caressing
him, as it were, with that opprobrium. "Don't I know what you
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