| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie: "Then are you not really our mother, Wendy?" asked Michael, who
was surely sleepy.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Wendy, with her first real twinge of
remorse [for having gone], "it was quite time we came back,"
"Let us creep in," John suggested, "and put our hands over her
eyes."
But Wendy, who saw that they must break the joyous news more
gently, had a better plan.
"Let us all slip into our beds, and be there when she comes in,
just as if we had never been away."
And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see
Peter Pan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: Have you inquired? I will assume that you have read the book, and duly
considered it. Surely you would not dismiss so important a theme
without some thought. And though my arguments may not have sufficient
weight to carry conviction, you must admit them to be of sufficient
importance to warrant investigation. Will you therefore come and see
for yourself what has been done already, or, rather, what we are doing
to-day. Failing this, will you send someone capable of judging on your
behalf. I do not care very much whom you send. It is true the things
of the Spirit are spiritually discerned, but the things of humanity any
man can judge, whether saint or sinner, if he only possess average
intelligence and ordinary bowels of compassion.
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bureaucracy by Honore de Balzac: superb Boulle secretary, the value of which style had not yet been
recognized; in short, a chaos of bargains picked up by the worthy
widow,--pictures bought for the sake of the frames, china services of
a composite order; to wit, a magnificent Japanese dessert set, and all
the rest porcelains of various makes, unmatched silver plate, old
glass, fine damask, and a four-post bedstead, hung with curtains and
garnished with plumes.
Amid these curious relics, Madame Saillard always sat on a sofa of
modern mahogany, near a fireplace full of ashes and without fire, on
the mantel-shelf of which stood a clock, some antique bronzes,
candelabra with paper flowers but no candles, for the careful
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