| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales and Fantasies by Robert Louis Stevenson: this tale.
'So this is you?' he said, at length.
'Yes, Alick, it's me - it's John,' replied the elder brother,
feebly.
'And how did you get in here?' inquired the younger.
'Oh, I had my pass-key,' says John.
'The deuce you had!' said Alexander. 'Ah, you lived in a
better world! There are no pass-keys going now.'
'Well, father was always averse to them,' sighed John. And
the conversation then broke down, and the brothers looked
askance at one another in silence.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: The parent continually wondered how her daughter could come to such
a pass. She had never considered Maggie as a pearl dropped
unstained into Rum Alley from Heaven, but she could not conceive
how it was possible for her daughter to fall so low as to bring
disgrace upon her family. She was terrific in denunciation of the
girl's wickedness.
The fact that the neighbors talked of it, maddened her. When
women came in, and in the course of their conversation casually
asked, "Where's Maggie dese days?" the mother shook her fuzzy head
at them and appalled them with curses. Cunning hints inviting
confidence she rebuffed with violence.
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: the packet of letters and newspapers.
An hour later Lute and Chris turned aside from the road and dipped along a
cow-path down the high bank to water the horses, before going into camp.
"Dolly looks as though she'd forgotten all about yesterday," Chris said, as
they sat their horses knee-deep in the rushing water. "Look at her."
The mare had raised her head and cocked her ears at the rustling of a quail in
the thicket. Chris leaned over and rubbed around her ears. Dolly's enjoyment
was evident, and she drooped her head over against the shoulder of his own
horse.
"Like a kitten," was Lute's comment.
"Yet I shall never be able wholly to trust her again," Chris said. "Not after
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