| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: times, and young people for free-thinking. The interests of the
peasantry and of Russia are dear to you, and so you hate the
peasants because you suspect every one of them of being a thief
and a robber. You hate every one. You are just, and always take
your stand on your legal rights, and so you are always at law
with the peasants and your neighbours. You have had twenty
bushels of rye stolen, and your love of order has made you
complain of the peasants to the Governor and all the local
authorities, and to send a complaint of the local authorities to
Petersburg. Legal justice!" said my wife, and she laughed. "On
the ground of your legal rights and in the interests of morality,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: a Scotch and Soda."
APRIL 20TH. Henry and I have searched the Garage, but there is no
Wireless, unless in a Chimney. Henry says this is often done, by
Spies, who raise a Mast out of the chimney by night.
To night I shall watch the Chimney, as there is an ark light near
it, so that it is as bright as Day.
The cook has given notice, as she and William cannot get along, and as
he can only make to salids and those not cared for by the other servants.
APRIL 27TH. After eight days I am at last alowed this Log or
Journal, being supported with pillows while writing as Doctor
Connor says it will not hurt me.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: his head with all the grace of a born hidalgo and grandee of Spain,
led her solemnly in to a little gilt and ivory chair that was
placed on a raised dais above the arena. The children grouped
themselves all round, fluttering their big fans and whispering to
each other, and Don Pedro and the Grand Inquisitor stood laughing
at the entrance. Even the Duchess - the Camerera-Mayor as she was
called - a thin, hard-featured woman with a yellow ruff, did not
look quite so bad-tempered as usual, and something like a chill
smile flitted across her wrinkled face and twitched her thin
bloodless lips.
It certainly was a marvellous bull-fight, and much nicer, the
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