| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: Vivus est ait illa,--et si ipsa vivam tangam.
Votum feci sancto Nicolao, ait peregrinus, nasum meum intactum fore usque
ad--Quodnam tempus? illico respondit illa.
Minimo tangetur, inquit ille (manibus in pectus compositis) usque ad illam
horam--Quam horam? ait illa--Nullam, respondit peregrinus, donec pervenio
ad--Quem locum,--obsecro? ait illa--Peregrinus nil respondens mulo
conscenso discessit.
Slawkenbergius's Tale
It was one cool refreshing evening, at the close of a very sultry day, in
the latter end of the month of August, when a stranger, mounted upon a dark
mule, with a small cloak-bag behind him, containing a few shirts, a pair of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: assailed him that he was, in a manner, marked; that he was
foredoomed to fail. Minna had come--had been driven to this; and
he, acting too late upon his tardy resolve, had not been able to
prevent it. Were the horrors, then, never to end? Was the
grisly spectre of consequence to forever dance in his vision?
Were the results, the far-reaching results of that battle at the
irrigating ditch to cross his path forever? When would the
affair be terminated, the incident closed? Where was that spot
to which the tentacle of the monster could not reach?
By now, he was sick with the dread of it all. He wanted to get
away, to be free from that endless misery, so that he might not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: she drew. Had laid the table that morning saying, "Boy," as she put down
the first dish, "Girl," as she placed the second--it had worked out with
the saltspoon to "Boy." "For two pins I'd tell the master that, to comfort
him, like," she decided. But the Master gave her no opening.
"Put an extra cup and saucer on the table," he said; "the doctor may want
some coffee."
"The doctor, sir?" The servant girl whipped a spoon out of a pan, and
spilt two drops of grease on the stove. "Shall I fry something extra?"
But the master had gone, slamming the door after him. He walked down the
street--there was nobody about at all--dead and alive this place on a
Sunday morning. As he crossed the suspension bridge a strong stench of
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