| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: at the base by leagues and leagues of pine forest, belted along the middle
by vast slanting zigzag slopes of aspen, rent and riven toward the heights
into canyon and gorge, bared above to cliffs and corners of craggy rock,
whitened at the sky-piercing peaks by snow. Its beauty and sublimity were
lost upon Carley now; she was concerned with its travail, its age, its
endurance, its strength. And she studied it with magnified sight.
What incomprehensible subterranean force had swelled those immense slopes
and lifted the huge bulk aloft to the clouds? Cataclysm of nature--the
expanding or shrinking of the earth-vast volcanic action under the surface!
Whatever it had been, it had left its expression of the travail of the
universe. This mountain mass had been hot gas when flung from the parent
The Call of the Canyon |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: Some joy they'd have to go without.
But if I've swapped my bit of gold,
For laughter and a happier pack
Of youngsters in my little fold
I'll never wish those dollars back.
If I have traded coin for things
They needed and have left them glad,
Then being broke no sorrow brings--
I've done my best with what I had.
The Broken Drum
There is sorrow in the household;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: est devenue rouge. Elle est devenue rouge comme du sang. Ah! le
prophete l'a bien predit. Il a predit que la lune deviendrait rouge
comme du sang. N'est-ce pas qu'il a predit cela? Vous l'avez tous
entendu. La lune est devenue rouge comme du sang. Ne le voyez-vous
pas?
HERODIAS. Je le vois bien, et les etoiles tombent comme des figues
vertes, n'est-ce pas? Et le soleil devient noir comme un sac de
poil, et les rois de la terre ont peur. Cela au moins on le voit.
Pour une fois dans sa vie le prophete a eu raison. Les rois de la
terre ont peur . . . Enfin, rentrons. Vous etes malade. On va dire
e Rome que vous etes fou. Rentrons, je vous dis.
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