| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: splashed vegetation about it. He made some speculative
identifications. He advanced gingerly and picked up the hot
revolver, to find all its chambers strained and burst. He became
aware of a cheerful and friendly presence. He was greatly
shocked that one so young should see so frightful a scene.
"'Ere, Kitty," he said, "this ain't no place for you."
He made three strides across the devastated area, captured the
kitten neatly, and went his way towards the shed, with her
purring loudly on his shoulder.
"YOU don't seem to mind," he said.
For a time he fussed about the shed, and at last discovered the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: our turn, even if William Brand himself had to come back from
hell to put the business through."
"I remember something of the sort," said Barnaby, "now that you
speak of it, but still I am all in the dark as to what you are
driving at."
The other looked at him very cunningly for a little while, his
head on one side, and his eyes half shut. Then, as if satisfied,
he suddenly burst out laughing. "Look hither," said he, "and
I'll show you something," and therewith, moving to one side,
disclosed a couple of traveling cases or small trunks with brass
studs, so exactly like those that Sir John Malyoe had fetched
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: I took a little leather case of odds and ends I had always carried when
camping and slipped it into my pocket. Hurrying down-stairs I left my grip
with the porter, wrote and mailed a postal card to my father, and followed
the impatient Buell.
"You see, it's a smart lick of a ride to Penetier, and I want to get there
before dark," he explained, kindly.
I could have shouted for very glee when I saw the black mustang saddled and
bridled.
"He's well broke," said Cless. "Keep his bridle down when you ain't in the
saddle. An' find a patch of grass fer him at night. The pony'll stick to
him."
The Young Forester |
