| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: ride and swim before they know what six-times-six is. As for me, I
can't remember when I first got on a horse nor when I learned to
swim. That came before my A B C's. Dad owned cattle ranches on
Hawaii and Maui--big ones, for the islands. Hokuna had two hundred
thousand acres alone. It extended in between Mauna Koa and Mauna
Loa, and it was there I learned to shoot goats and wild cattle. On
Molokai they have big spotted deer. Von was the manager of Hokuna.
He had two daughters about my own age, and I always spent the hot
season there, and, once, a whole year. The three of us were like
Indians. Not that we ran wild, exactly, but that we were wild to
run wild. There were always the governesses, you know, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: hortabantur quare sibi eam rem cogitandam et suscipiendam putaret, in
primis quod Haeduos, fratres consanguineosque saepe numero a senatu
appellatos, in servitute atque [in] dicione videbat Germanorum teneri
eorumque obsides esse apud Ariovistum ac Sequanos intellegebat; quod in
tanto imperio populi Romani turpissimum sibi et rei publicae esse
arbitrabatur. Paulatim autem Germanos consuescere Rhenum transire et in
Galliam magnam eorum multitudinem venire populo Romano periculosum
videbat, neque sibi homines feros ac barbaros temperaturos existimabat
quin, cum omnem Galliam occupavissent, ut ante Cimbri Teutonique
fecissent, in provinciam exirent atque inde in Italiam contenderent [,
praesertim cum Sequanos a provincia nostra Rhodanus divideret]; quibus
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: mother's eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery
held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word.
"My dear mother, why aren't you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing
astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of
authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?"
"I'm sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron's,"
said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.
"Mr. Denham doesn't write poetry; he has written articles for father,
for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory.
"Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that
rather puzzled her daughter.
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