| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: "I say, Jerry," says she, speaking very slowly, "I say, if Mrs. Briggs
would give you a sovereign every Sunday morning, I would not have you
a seven-days' cabman again. We have known what it was to have no Sundays,
and now we know what it is to call them our own. Thank God,
you earn enough to keep us, though it is sometimes close work
to pay for all the oats and hay, the license, and the rent besides;
but Harry will soon be earning something, and I would rather struggle on
harder than we do than go back to those horrid times when you hardly had
a minute to look at your own children, and we never could go
to a place of worship together, or have a happy, quiet day.
God forbid that we should ever turn back to those times;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: when the next ship touched at Apemama, the would-be premier was
flung into a boat - had on board - his fare paid, and so good-bye.
But it is needless to multiply examples; the proof of the pudding
is in the eating. When we came to Apemama, of so many white men
who have scrambled for a place in that rich market, one remained -
a silent, sober, solitary, niggardly recluse, of whom the king
remarks, 'I think he good; he no 'peak.'
I was warned at the outset we might very well fail in our design:
yet never dreamed of what proved to be the fact, that we should be
left four-and-twenty hours in suspense and come within an ace of
ultimate rejection. Captain Reid had primed himself; no sooner was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: breast of the dying man. He felt it with his hands. It was a feather. He
died holding it.
III. THE GARDENS OF PLEASURE.
She walked upon the beds, and the sweet rich scent arose; and she gathered
her hands full of flowers. Then Duty, with his white clear features, came
and looked at her. Then she ceased from gathering, but she walked away
among the flowers, smiling, and with her hands full.
Then Duty, with his still white face, came again, and looked at her; but
she, she turned her head away from him. At last she saw his face, and she
dropped the fairest of the flowers she had held, and walked silently away.
Then again he came to her. And she moaned, and bent her head low, and
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