| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: bunch of stars. Easy, fast, trained--they're
machines, and I'll bet they're Indians to fight. I can
see it sticking out all over them. This will
certainly be some game with Whit handing up that
jump ball of his to this gang of champs. But,
Connie, I'll go you Whit beats them.''
I laughed and refused to gamble.
The gong rang; the crowd seemed to hum and
rustle softly to quiet attention; Umpire McClung
called the names of the batteries; then the
familiar ``Play!''
The Redheaded Outfield |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad: on the bit of lawn before Swaffer's house, and
these reminded him of his country. He had been
detected once, after dusk, with his forehead against
the trunk of one of them, sobbing, and talking to
himself. They had been like brothers to him at that
time, he affirmed. Everything else was strange.
Conceive you the kind of an existence overshad-
owed, oppressed, by the everyday material appear-
ances, as if by the visions of a nightmare. At
night, when he could not sleep, he kept on thinking
of the girl who gave him the first piece of bread he
Amy Foster |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: three times like a shot rabbit. I instantly got two more cartridges
into the gun, and as I did so the lioness rose again and came crawling
towards me on her fore-paws, roaring and groaning, and with such an
expression of diabolical fury on her countenance as I have not often
seen. I shot her again through the chest, and she fell over on to her
side quite dead.
"That was the first and last time that I ever killed a brace of lions
right and left, and, what is more, I never heard of anybody else doing
it. Naturally I was considerably pleased with myself, and having again
loaded up, I went on to look for the black-maned beauty who had killed
Kaptein. Slowly, and with the greatest care, I proceeded up the kloof,
Long Odds |
