| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: into a long, bowlike smile. "Whom have I to thank for this gift of
life?"
Her voice was rich, slow, and odd. Maskull felt himself in a dream.
"My name is Maskull."
She motioned to him to come a step nearer. "Listen, Maskull. Man
after man has drawn me into the world, but they could not keep me
there, for I did not wish it. But now you have drawn me into it for
all time, for good or evil."
Maskull stretched a hand toward the now invisible corpse, and said
quietly, "What have you to say about him?"
"Who was it?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: Mr. Pierce met them there a few minutes later and they had a
three-cornered chat. But Miss Summers evidently didn't know
just how much I knew and was careful of what she said. Once,
however, when I was in the pantry she thought I was beyond ear-
shot.
"Good heavens, Pierce," she said, "if they could put THAT in a
play!"
"Cut it out, Julia," Doctor Barnes snapped, and it wasn't until
they had gone that I knew she'd meant me. I looked through the
crack of the door and she was leaning over taking a puff at
Doctor Barnes' cigarette.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: feet, and still able to wobble on.* The fifth shot emptied the
rifle. As I had no more cartridges for this arm, I approached to
within sixty yards, and stopped to wait either for him to fall,
or for a very distant Memba Sasa to come up with more cartridges.
Then the zebra waked up. He put his ears back and came straight
in my direction. This rush I took for a blind death flurry, and
so dodged off to one side, thinking that he would of course go by
me. Not at all! He swung around on the circle too, and made after
me. I could see that his ears were back, eyes blazing, and his
teeth snapping with rage. It was a malicious charge, and, as
such, with due deliberation, I offer it to sportsman's annals. As
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