| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: there--right this minute."
Travis fetched a sigh of relief. "Is that all?"
"All!" he retorted. "All! Why, it's past four now--and I'd
forgotten every last thing." Then suddenlly falling calm again,
and quietly resuming his seat: "I don't see as it makes any
difference. I won't go, that's all. Push those almonds here,
will you, Miss Lady?--But we aren't DOING anything," he exclaimed,
with a brusque return of exuberance. "Let's do things. What'll
we do? Think of something. Is there anything we can break?" Then,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: secrets which are not wholly mine. How can you believe--you, a man of
solitude and poesy--the horrors of social life? Ah! you little think
when you invent your dramas that they are far surpassed by those that
are played in families apparently united. You are wholly ignorant of
certain gilded sorrows."
"I know all!" he cried.
"No, you know nothing."
D'Arthez felt like a man lost on the Alps of a dark night, who sees,
at the first gleam of dawn, a precipice at his feet. He looked at the
princess with a bewildered air, and felt a cold chill running down his
back. Diane thought for a moment that her man of genius was a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: keeper with water, for he is a very helpless fellow, and so
unfond of hard work that I fear he could do ill to keep
himself in water by going to the other side for it.' - `With
regard to spirits, Charles, I see very little occasion for
it.' These abrupt apostrophes sound to me like the voice of
an awakened conscience; but they would seem to have
reverberated in vain in the ears of Charles. There was
trouble in Pladda, his scene of operations; his men ran away
from him, there was at least a talk of calling in the Sheriff.
`I fear,' writes my grandfather, `you have been too indulgent,
and I am sorry to add that men do not answer to be too well
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