| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: to lose an opportunity of testing the catchwords, and seeing
whether, by this system as well as by others, current
doctrines could show any probable justification. If the
doctrines had come too badly out of the trial, it would have
condemned the system. Our sight of the world is very narrow;
the mind but a pedestrian instrument; there's nothing new
under the sun, as Solomon says, except the man himself; and
though that changes the aspect of everything else, yet he
must see the same things as other people, only from a
different side.
And now, having admitted so much, let us turn to criticism.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: dreaded he might offer to himself had evidently never entered his
head. Whatever guesses he might have made on the subject, he was
plainly guiltless of thinking she might have come with him
because she was in love with him.
"No, I can't think of any other reason, if the one you gave isn't
the right one."
"Quite sure?"
"Quite sure, pardner."
"Think! Why did you come to Chihuahua?"
"To run down Wolf Leroy's gang and to get Dave Henderson out of
prison."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: money, or good crops, or better health. Martin would have none of
this nonsense. He was as selfish as they, probably more so, he
conceded, but he hoped he would never reach the point of currying
favor with anyone, even God. With his own good strength he would
answer his own prayers. This farm was the nearest he would ever
come to a paradise and on it he would be his own God. Rose did
not share these feelings. She went to church each Sunday and read
her Bible daily with a simple faith that defied derision. Once,
when she was gone, Martin idly hunted out the Song of Solomon.
His lips curled with contempt at the passionate rhapsody. He knew
a thing or two, he allowed, about these wonderful Roses of Sharon
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