| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: him anywhere, except a white star in his forehead, not just an
imitation star, but a real one, with four points, shaped exactly
like a star that's hand-made, and if you should cover him all up
but his star you would know him anywhere, even in Jerusalem or
Australia, by that. And I got acquainted with a good many of the
Seventh Cavalry, and the dragoons, and officers, and families, and
horses, in the first few days, and some more in the next few and
the next few and the next few, and now I know more soldiers and
horses than you can think, no matter how hard you try. I am
keeping up my studies every now and then, but there isn't much time
for it. I love you so! and I send you a hug and a kiss.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: The village schoolmaster dropped in to speak with the stranger.
And these were all Protestants - a fact which pleased me more than
I should have expected; and, what pleased me still more, they
seemed all upright and simple people. The Plymouth Brother hung
round me with a sort of yearning interest, and returned at least
thrice to make sure I was enjoying my meal. His behaviour touched
me deeply at the time, and even now moves me in recollection. He
feared to intrude, but he would not willingly forego one moment of
my society; and he seemed never weary of shaking me by the hand.
When all the rest had drifted off to their day's work, I sat for
near half an hour with the young mistress of the house, who talked
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: She stopped abruptly, with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Where HAVE I seen that before?" she said.
"The chair?" said Hoopdriver, flushing.
"No--the attitude."
She came forward and shook hands with him, looking the while
curiously into his face. "And--Madam?"
"It's a habit," said Mr. Hoopdriver, guiltily. "A bad habit.
Calling ladies Madam. You must put it down to our colonial
roughness. Out there up country--y'know--the ladies--so rare--we
call 'em all Madam."
"You HAVE some funny habits, brother Chris," said Jessie. "Before
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