| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: voice of the public road, the gay, fresh sentiment of the road.' But
out of the great network of ways that binds all life together from
the hill-farm to the city, there is something individual to most,
and, on the whole, nearly as much choice on the score of company as
on the score of beauty or easy travel. On some we are never long
without the sound of wheels, and folk pass us by so thickly that we
lose the sense of their number. But on others, about little-
frequented districts, a meeting is an affair of moment; we have the
sight far off of some one coming towards us, the growing definiteness
of the person, and then the brief passage and salutation, and the
road left empty in front of us for perhaps a great while to come.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: afraid of a rat; he never durst face
anything that is bigger than--
A Mouse.
THE TALE OF
THE FLOPSY BUNNIES
[For All Little Friends of
Mr. McGregor and Peter and Benjamin]
It is said that the effect of eating
too much lettuce is "soporific."
I have never felt sleepy after eating
lettuces; but then I am not a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: reason there were many dead spiders on the ground, and those that
lived feasted guiltily on their fellows. At the sound of his horse's
hoofs they fled.
Their time had passed. From the ground without either a wind to carry
them or a winding sheet ready, these things, for all their poison,
could do him little evil. He flicked with his belt at those
he fancied came too near. Once, where a number ran together over
a bare place, he was minded to dismount and trample them with his boots,
but this impulse he overcame. Ever and again he turned in his saddle,
and looked back at the smoke.
"Spiders," he muttered over and over again. "Spiders! Well, well. . . .
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