| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: pense qu'il a peur de lui, le tetrarque. Je suis sure qu'il a peur
de lui . . . Est-ce que vous aussi, Narraboth, est-ce que vous aussi
vous en avez peur?
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Je n'ai pas peur de lui, princesse. Je n'ai peur
de personne. Mais le tetrarque a formellement defendu qu'on leve le
couvercle de ce puits.
SALOME. Vous ferez cela pour moi, Narraboth, et demain quand je
passerai dans ma litiere sous la porte des vendeurs d'idoles, je
laisserai tomber une petite fleur pour vous, une petite fleur verte.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Princesse, je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas.
SALOME [souriant] Vous ferez cela pour moi, Narraboth. Vous savez
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: "Are you sure you shall not?" said the sympathetic Hope, who
would have eagerly followed Kate into Paradise with a supply of
whatever she liked best.
"I suppose you will, darling," responded Kate, "but what will
you care? It seems hard that those who are bad enough to long
for them should not be good enough to earn them."
At this moment Blanche Ingleside and her train swept into the
supper-room; the girls cleared a passage, their attendant
youths collected chairs. Blanche tilted hers slightly against a
wall, professed utter exhaustion, and demanded a fresh bottle
of champagne in a voice that showed no signs of weakness.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: comfortably and find shelter for sleep. But there is one thing
lacking in all these various dwellings,--a fireplace.
Man is the only creature that dares to light a fire and to live with
it. The reason? Because he alone has learned how to put it out.
It is true that two of his humbler friends have been converted to
fire-worship. The dog and the cat, being half-humanized, have begun
to love the fire. I suppose that a cat seldom comes so near to
feeling a true sense of affection as when she has finished her
saucer of bread and milk, and stretched herself luxuriously
underneath the kitchen stove, while her faithful mistress washes up
the dishes. As for a dog, I am sure that his admiring love for his
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