| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tour Through Eastern Counties of England by Daniel Defoe: or a shed, or a stable, nay, not the pales of their yards and
gardens, not a hogstye, not a necessary house, but what was built
of old planks, beams, wales, and timbers, etc., the wrecks of
ships, and ruins of mariners' and merchants' fortunes; and in some
places were whole yards filled and piled up very high with the same
stuff laid up, as I supposed to sell for the like building
purposes, as there should he occasion.
About the year 1692 (I think it was that year) there was a
melancholy example of what I have said of this place: a fleet of
200 sail of light colliers (so they call the ships bound northward
empty to fetch coals from Newcastle to London) went out of Yarmouth
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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: from side to side, on a pair of thin legs far too small for their
burden. Though with every move he came dangerously nigh to
falling, he followed in the trail of the fleeing people.
"I shall eat you in the sight of a noon-day sun!" cried Iya in
his vain rage, when he spied them encamped beyond a river.
By some unknown cunning he swam the river and sought his way
toward the teepees.
"Hin! hin!" he grunted and growled. With perspiration beading
his brow he strove to wiggle his slender legs beneath his giant
form.
"Ha! ha!" laughed all the village people to see Iya made
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: their trunks below. The spot on which they stood was rather more
open; still, however, embowered under the natural arcade of tall
trees, and darkened on the sides for a space around by a great
and lively growth of copse-wood and bushes.
"And here, Isabella," said Mr. Vere, as he pursued the
conversation, so often resumed, so often dropped, "here I would
erect an altar to Friendship."
"To Friendship, sir!" said Miss Vere; "and why on this gloomy
and sequestered spot, rather than elsewhere?"
"O, the propriety of the LOCALE is easily vindicated," replied
her father, with a sneer. "You know, Miss Vere (for you, I am
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