| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: right to tell them more than I have told you."
This time it was she that debated. "No, don't tell them," she said finally.
"They wouldn't understand. I don't understand, for that matter, but I have
faith in you, and in the nature of things they are not capable of this same
Implicit faith. You raise up before me a mystery that prevents our marriage,
and I believe you; but they could not believe you without doubts arising as to
the wrong and ill-nature of the mystery. Besides, it would but make their
anxieties greater."
"I should go away, I know I should go away," he said, half under his breath.
"And I can. I am no weakling. Because I have failed to remain away once, is no
reason that I shall fail again."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: who are frightened at them, and who kick up quite a shindy
before they will pass a paddock where there are deer."
I knew what my companion said was true, and I wished that every young horse
had as good masters as Farmer Grey and Squire Gordon.
Of course we sometimes came in for good driving here. I remember one morning
I was put into the light gig, and taken to a house in Pulteney Street.
Two gentlemen came out; the taller of them came round to my head;
he looked at the bit and bridle, and just shifted the collar with his hand,
to see if it fitted comfortably.
"Do you consider this horse wants a curb?" he said to the hostler.
"Well," said the man, "I should say he would go just as well without;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: steam. And when at last the great star rose near ten hours late,
the sun rose close upon it, and in the centre of its white heart
was a disc of black.
Over Asia it was the star had begun to fall behind the
movement of the sky, and then suddenly, as it hung over India, its
light had been veiled. All the plain of India from the mouth of
the Indus to the mouths of the Ganges was a shallow waste of
shining water that night, out of which rose temples and palaces,
mounds and hills, black with people. Every minaret was a
clustering mass of people, who fell one by one into the turbid
waters, as heat and terror overcame them. The whole land seemed
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