| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: another Klondike--and we know it--Jim Hawes there, by your elbow,
knows it and complains not. And there's Hitchcock! He sews
moccasins like an old woman, and waits against the time. Only you
can't wait and work until the wash-up in the spring. Then we
shall all be rich, rich as kings, only you cannot wait. You want
to go back to the States. So do I, and I was born there, but I
can wait, when each day the gold in the pan shows up yellow as
butter in the churning. But you want your good time, and, like a
child, you cry for it now. Bah! Why shall I not sing:
"In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe,
I shall stay no more away.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: husband's changeful brow--that terrible brow--saw the expressive
furrows gathering like clouds; then she felt her blood curdling in her
veins when, with a glaring look, and in a deep hollow voice, he began
to question her:
"Where did you find that picture?"
"The Duchess de Carigliano returned it to me."
"You asked her for it?"
"I did not know that she had it."
The gentleness, or rather the exquisite sweetness of this angel's
voice, might have touched a cannibal, but not an artist in the
clutches of wounded vanity.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: no further; the men even ventured to give their opinions. For some
minutes the conversation was a babel of opinions, in which the
divers elements of the circle, whether Bonapartist or Legitimist or
merely worldly and skeptical, appeared to jostle one another
simultaneously. Estelle had rung to order wood to be put on the
fire; the footman turned up the lamps; the room seemed to wake from
sleep. Fauchery began smiling, as though once more at his ease.
"Egad, they become the brides of God when they couldn't be their
cousin's," said Vandeuvres between his teeth.
The subject bored him, and he had rejoined Fauchery.
"My dear fellow, have you ever seen a woman who was really loved
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