| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: Bandettoes again.
[Exit omnes.]
ACT III. SCENE II. A room in an hotel.
[Enter Bedford and his Host.]
BEDFORD.
Am I betrayed? was Bedford born to die
By such base slaves in such a place as this?
Have I escaped so many times in France,
So many battles have I over passed,
And made the French stir when they heard my name;
And am I now betrayed unto my death?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: She made only one remark in two hours, as she took a vial of
smelling salts from her reticule and handed it to her aunt, the
only time she had ever spoken to her, in her whole life, with
anything but tenderest affection.
"Take this, Auntie, and use it if you feel faint. I warn you if
you do faint you'll just have to faint and let Uncle Peter take you
home, for I'm not going to leave this place till I hear about--till
I hear. And I'm not going to let Scarlett leave me, either."
Scarlett had no intention of leaving, no intention of placing
herself where she could not have the first news of Ashley. No,
even if Miss Pitty died, she wouldn't leave this spot. Somewhere,
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: bowled over with their stone hatchets after making a wide circle
about their quarry and driving it so that it had to pass close to
one of their number. The little horses and the smaller antelope
they secured in sufficient numbers to support life, and they also
ate numerous varieties of fruits and vegetables. They never
brought in more than sufficient food for their immediate needs;
but why bother? The food problem of Caspak is not one to cause
worry to her inhabitants.
The fourth day Lys told me that she thought she felt equal to
attempting the return journey on the morrow, and so I set out for
the hunt in high spirits, for I was anxious to return to the fort
The Land that Time Forgot |
