| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: Government of India in the Home Department.
I squared my shoulders and we got through the soup. It was
necessary to apologize for the fish. 'I suppose one must remember,'
I said, 'that it has to climb six thousand feet,' when suddenly he
burst out.
'Sir William Lamb tells me,' he said, and stopped to swallow some
wine, 'that there is something very good going in Calcutta and that
I should ask you to help me to get it. May I?'
So the miserable idea--the happy thought--had occurred to somebody
else.
'Is there?' I said, with interest and attention.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: the oars, the seventh man for'ard, and Adamu Adam at the steering-
sweep. Joan was standing up in the stern-sheets, reiterating her
good-byes--a slim figure of a woman in the tight-fitting jacket she
had worn ashore from the wreck, the long-barrelled Colt's revolver
hanging from the loose belt around her waist, her clear-cut face
like a boy's under the Stetson hat that failed to conceal the heavy
masses of hair beneath.
"You'd better get into shelter," she called to them. "There's a
big squall coming. And I hope you've got plenty of chain out,
Captain Young. Good-bye! Good-bye, everybody!"
Her last words came out of the darkness, which wrapped itself
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: wrapped up in one another. They can live absolutely alone and
without interruption--just as the Dormice did. These two little
people retired from the world after their marriage, and were very
happy. They were forced, of course, to give occasional dinners, but
they made no friends hereby, and the Station went its own way and
forgot them; only saying, occasionally, that Dormouse was the best
of good fellows, though dull. A Civil Surgeon who never quarrels is
a rarity, appreciated as such.
Few people can afford to play Robinson Crusoe anywhere--least of all
in India, where we are few in the land, and very much dependent on
each other's kind offices. Dumoise was wrong in shutting himself
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