| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: started at the transformation wrought by the closing of
his heavy eyelids and the complete relaxation of his
features. The strange, steel-blue coloring of his eyes
had always given his face an air of mystery and charm.
The complete closing of the heavy lids and the
slight droop of the lower jaw had worked a frightful
change. The romance and charm had gone, and instead
she saw only the coarse, brutal strength.
She frowned like a spoiled child, put her dainty
hand under his chin and pressed his mouth together.
"Wake up, sir!" she whispered. "I don't like your
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Apology by Xenophon: escape paying[13] the penalty of old age, in increasing dimness of
sight and dulness of hearing. I shall find myself slower to learn new
lessons, and apter to forget the lessons I have learnt. And if to
these be added the consciousness of failing powers, the sting of self-
reproach, what prospect have I of any further joy in living? It may
be, you know," he added, "that God out of his great kindness is
intervening in my behalf[14] to suffer me to close my life in the
ripeness of age, and by the gentlest of deaths. For if at this time
sentence of death be passed upon me, it is plain I shall be allowed to
meet an end which, in the opinion of those who have studied the
matter, is not only the easiest in itself, but one which will cause
The Apology |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: swiftly. It was a long shot, upward of five hundred yards. Gale
had not time to adjust the sights of the Remington, but he knew
the gun and, holding coarsely upon the swiftly moving blot, he
began to shoot. The first bullet sent up a great splash of dust
beneath the horse's nose, making him leap as if to hurdle a fence.
The rifle was automatic; Gale needed only to pull the trigger. He
saw now that the raiders behind were in line. Swiftly he worked
the trigger. Suddenly the leading horse leaped convulsively, not
up nor aside, but straight ahead, and then he crashed to the ground
throwing his rider like a catapult, and then slid and rolled. He
half got up, fell back, and kicked; but his rider never moved.
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