| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: you, Catriona; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if I should fail or
fash you."
She crept close into me by way of a reply.
"Here," I said, "is the stillest place we have hit on yet in this busy
byke of a city. Let us sit down here under yon tree and consider of
our course."
That tree (which I am little like to forget) stood hard by the harbour
side. It was like a black night, but lights were in the houses, and
nearer hand in the quiet ships; there was a shining of the city on the
one hand, and a buzz hung over it of many thousands walking and
talking; on the other, it was dark and the water bubbled on the sides.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: other men go fight for American girls. Do you imagine one of them will ever
marry you? . . . All your life, Mr. Morrison, you will be a marked man-
-outside the pale of friendship with real American men and the respect of
real American girls."
Morrison leaped up, almost knocking the table over, and he glared at Carley
as he gathered up his hat and cane. She turned her back upon him. From that
moment he ceased to exist for Carley. She never spoke to him again.
Next day Carley called upon her dearest friend, whom she had not seen for
some time.
"Carley dear, you don't look so very well," said Eleanor, after greetings
had been exchanged.
The Call of the Canyon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: turn you out! Wastrel!"
"Yevgraf Ivanovitch," muttered Fedosya Semyonovna, moving her
fingers nervously; "you know he. . . you know Petya . . . !"
"Hold your tongue!" Shiryaev shouted out to her, and tears
actually came into his eyes from anger. "It is you who have
spoilt them -- you! It's all your fault! He has no respect for
us, does not say his prayers, and earns nothing! I am only one
against the ten of you! I'll turn you out of the house!"
The daughter Varvara gazed fixedly at her mother with her mouth
open, moved her vacant-looking eyes to the window, turned pale,
and, uttering a loud shriek, fell back in her chair. The father,
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