| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: will be sitting still and I will imagine I see my mother taking
me up in the way she used to. When I came to see her she would
rock me to sleep, and I can plainly see her lying in the coffin.
Often I think I see my mother brought home drunk.
``If I have anything to recite in school I just think of it all
the time. I dream a good deal about what that boy did and about
these other things. I can sit and think of everything he did to
me. I go to bed and I lie awake and think all these things and I
can't get them off my mind and then I start to dreaming about
them.
``There is always this trouble--my mother wasn't good and I can't
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: him, saying: "Do not come back without your big brother."
Thus the wild boy with the long, loose hair sits every day on
a marshy island hid among the tall reeds. But he is not alone.
Always at his feet hops a little toad brother. One day an Indian
hunter, wading in the deep waters, spied the boy. He had heard
of the baby stolen long ago.
"This is he!" murmured the hunter to himself as he ran to his
wigwam. "I saw among the tall reeds a black-haired boy at play!"
shouted he to the people.
At once the unhappy father and mother cried out, "'Tis he, our
boy!" Quickly he led them to the lake. Peeping through the wild
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: When I think of that despoiled hillside, that colossal litter of
bricks and mortar, and crude roads and paths, the scaffolding and
sheds, the general quality of unforeseeing outrage upon the
peace of nature, I am reminded of a chat I had with the vicar one
bleak day after he had witnessed a glide. He talked to me of
aeronautics as I stood in jersey and shorts beside my machine,
fresh from alighting, and his cadaverous face failed to conceal
a peculiar desolation that possessed him.
"Almost you convince me," he said, coming up to me, "against my
will.... A marvellous invention! But it will take you a long
time, sir, before you can emulate that perfect mechanism--the
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