| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: felt nothing. And we fell often by the way, but we fell, always,
with our faces toward Salt Water.
"Our last grub went, and we had shared fair, Passuk and I, but she
fell more often, and at Caribou Crossing her strength left her.
And in the morning we lay beneath the one robe and did not take
the trail. It was in my mind to stay there and meet Death hand-
in-hand with Passuk; for I had grown old, and had learned the love
of woman. Also, it was eighty miles to Haines Mission, and the
great Chilcoot, far above the timber-line, reared his storm-swept
head between. But Passuk spoke to me, low, with my ear against
her lips that I might hear. And now, because she need not fear my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: bank-note for a thousand francs, by means of the income from the
Funds, of Madame Sauviat's inheritance from her father, old
Champagnac, and of the profits accruing from the business and the
accumulated interest thereon in the hands of the Brezac firm. Brezac
himself had a loyal and honest friendship for Sauviat,--such as all
Auvergnats are apt to feel for one another.
So, whenever Sauviat passed the front of the Graslin mansion he had
said to himself, "Veronique shall live in that fine palace." He knew
very well that no girl in all the department would have seven hundred
and fifty thousand francs as a marriage portion, besides the
expectation of two hundred and fifty thousand more. Graslin, his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: suppose it seemed hardly likely that anything could be important
enough to interfere at the moment with my impression of what love,
unbound and victorious, could do with a face I thought I knew. Love
sat there careless of the issue, full of delight. Love proclaimed
that between him and Judith Harbottle it was all over--she had met
him, alas, in too narrow a place--and I marvelled at the paradox
with which he softened every curve and underlined every vivid note
of personality in token that it had just begun. He sat there in
great serenity, and though I knew that somewhere behind lurked a
vanquished woman, I saw her through such a radiance that I could not
be sure of seeing her at all. . .
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