| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: A Japanese painting is a poem rather than a picture. It portrays an
emotion called up by a scene, and not the scene itself in all its
elaborate complexity. It undertakes to give only so much of it as
is vital to that particular feeling, and intentionally omits all
irrelevant details. It is the expression caught from a glimpse of
the soul of nature by the soul of man; the mirror of a mood,
passing, perhaps, in fact, but perpetuated thus to fancy. Being an
emotion, its intensity is directly proportional to the singleness
with which it possesses the thoughts. The Far Oriental fully
realizes the power of simplicity. This principle is his fundamental
canon of pictorial art. To understand his paintings, it is from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: natured little Frenchwoman was most amusing; when I asked her if
she would have some apple tart - "MON DIEU," with heroic
resignation, "JE VEUX BIEN"; or a little PLOMBODDING - "MAIS CE QUE
VOUS VOUDREZ, MONSIEUR!"
'S. S. ELBA, somewhere not far from Bona: Oct. 19.
'Yesterday [after three previous days of useless grappling] was
destined to be very eventful. We began dredging at daybreak and
hooked at once every time in rocks; but by capital luck, just as we
were deciding it was no use to continue in that place, we hooked
the cable: up it came, was tested, and lo! another complete break,
a quarter of a mile off. I was amazed at my own tranquillity under
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: little while ago. But Valdez is a man from the heel of him to the
head. Miss Carmencita has her nose in the air because Juan
doesn't snuggle up to ould Megales and flatter him the same way
young Chaves does. So the lad is persona non grata at court with
the lady, and that tin soldier who gave up the guns without a
blow gets the lady's smiles. But it's my opinion that, for all
her haughty ways, miss would rather have our honest fighting lad
than a roomful of the imitation toy kind."
A couple of miles from the outskirts of the city the wagons
separated, and each was driven to the assigned place for the
hiding of the rifles till night. At the edge of the town Bucky
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