| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: Chilcoot and Dyea.
On the morning after passing Eagle, they rose early. This was
their last camp, and they were now to part. Fortune's heart was
light. There was a promise of spring in the land, and the days
were growing longer. The way was passing into Canadian territory.
Liberty was at hand, the sun was returning, and each day saw him
nearer to the Great Outside. The world was big, and he could once
again paint his future in royal red. He whistled about the
breakfast and hummed snatches of light song while Uri put the dogs
in harness and packed up. But when all was ready, Fortune's feet
itching to be off, Uri pulled an unused back-log to the fire and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: like a scarf over the whole assembly. They all clapped their hands,
for the audience accepted this effect of the sinking sun as a miracle.
There was a universal cry of:
"/Vivant/! /Vivant/!"
The very sky seemed to shed approval. Godefroid, struck with
reverence, looked from the old man to Doctor Sigier; they were talking
together in an undertone.
"All honor to the Master!" said the stranger.
"What is such transient honor?" replied Sigier.
"I would I could perpetuate my gratitude," said the older man.
"A line written by you is enough!" said the Doctor. "It would give me
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: without trampling down more of the grass than was necessary. Being
interpreted, it meant "single file", which was distressing for Elsa and
Fritz. Karl, like a happy child, gambolled ahead, and cut down as many
flowers as possible with the stick of his mother's parasol--followed the
three others--then myself--and the lovers in the rear. And above the
conversation of the advance party I had the privilege of hearing these
delicious whispers.
Fritz: "Do you love me?" Elsa: "Nu--yes." Fritz passionately: "But how
much?" To which Elsa never replied--except with "How much do YOU love ME?"
Fritz escaped that truly Christian trap by saying, "I asked you first."
It grew so confusing that I slipped in front of Frau Kellermann--and walked
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