| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Travels of Sir John Mandeville by Sir John Mandeville: devotion between them, with great reverence. And he, all naked,
hath a full sharp knife in his hand, and he cutteth a great piece
of his flesh, and casteth it in the face of his idol, saying his
orisons, recommending him to his god. And then he smiteth himself
and maketh great wounds and deep, here and there, till he fall down
dead. And then his friends present his body to the idol. And then
they say, singing, Holy god! behold what thy true servant hath done
for thee. He hath forsaken his wife and his children and his
riches, and all the goods of the world and his own life for the
love of thee, and to make thee sacrifice of his flesh and of his
blood. Wherefore, holy god, put him among thy best beloved saints
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: office in San Francisco, was genuinely surprised to receive a
visit from Presley.
"Well, upon my word, Pres," exclaimed the manufacturer, as the
young man came in through the door that the office boy held open
for him, "upon my word, have you been sick? Sit down, my boy.
Have a glass of sherry. I always keep a bottle here."
Presley accepted the wine and sank into the depths of a great
leather chair near by.
"Sick?" he answered. "Yes, I have been sick. I'm sick now. I'm
gone to pieces, sir."
His manner was the extreme of listlessness--the listlessness of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lemorne Versus Huell by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard: "Speak of yourself," he said.
"Speak you."
"I am what I seem, a man within your sphere. By all the accidents
of position and circumstance suited to it. Have you not learned
it?"
"I am not what I seem. I never wore so splendid a dress as this
till tonight, and shall not again."
He gave the fan such a twirl that its slender sticks snapped, and
it dropped like the broken wing of a bird.
"Mr. Uxbridge, that fan belongs to Mrs. Bliss."
He threw it out of the window.
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