| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: parents: a drake who had fathered a wild swan and seen it take wing
and disappear. The wild swan in question was now an apothecary in
Brazil. He had flown by way of Bordeaux, and first landed in
America, bareheaded and barefoot, and with a single halfpenny in his
pocket. And now he was an apothecary! Such a wonderful thing is an
adventurous life! I thought he might as well have stayed at home;
but you never can tell wherein a man's life consists, nor in what he
sets his pleasure: one to drink, another to marry, a third to write
scurrilous articles and be repeatedly caned in public, and now this
fourth, perhaps, to be an apothecary in Brazil. As for his old
father, he could conceive no reason for the lad's behaviour. 'I had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine: Moneybags in the front pew has got a strangle hold on the parson.
Begging your pardon, Mifflin. We know you're not that kind."
Marchant won the floor again. "Here's the nub of it. A man's a
slave so long as his means of livelihood is dependent on some
other man. I don't care whether it's lands or railroads or mines.
Abolish private property and you abolish poverty."
They were all at it again, like dogs at a bone. Across the Babel
James caught Jeff's gay grin at him.
By sheer weight Dickinson's voice boomed out of the medley.
". . . just as Henry George says: 'Private ownership of land is
the nether mill-stone. Material progress is the upper mill-stone.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: come here? My good Porbus," he added, turning to his friend, "is it
possible that you, too, are jesting with me? Answer; I am your friend.
Tell me, can it be that I have spoiled my picture?"
Porbus hesitated, and feared to speak; but the anxiety painted on the
white face of the old man was so cruel that he was constrained to
point to the canvas and utter the word, "See!"
Frenhofer looked at his picture for a space of a moment, and
staggered.
"Nothing! nothing! after toiling ten years!"
He sat down and wept.
"Am I then a fool, an idiot? Have I neither talent nor capacity? Am I
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