| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: flushed many of the big blue grouse, and I saw numerous coyotes, a fox, and
a large brown beast which moved swiftly into a thicket. It was enough to
make my heart rise in my throat. To dream of hunting bears was something
vastly different from meeting one in a lonely canyon.
Just after this I saw a herd of deer. They were a good way off. I began to
slip from tree to tree, and drew closer. Presently I came to a little
hollow with a thick, short patch of underbrush growing on the opposite
side. Something crashed in the thicket. Then two beautiful deer ran out.
One bounded leisurely up the slope; the other, with long ears erect,
stopped to look at me. It was no more than fifty yards away. Trembling with
eagerness, I leveled my rifle. I could not get the sight to stay steady on
The Young Forester |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: when our spades struck wood. When the pine box was fully uncovered,
West scrambled down and removed the lid, dragging out and propping
up the contents. I reached down and hauled the contents out of
the grave, and then both toiled hard to restore the spot to its
former appearance. The affair made us rather nervous, especially
the stiff form and vacant face of our first trophy, but we managed
to remove all traces of our visit. When we had patted down the
last shovelful of earth, we put the specimen in a canvas sack
and set out for the old Chapman place beyond Meadow Hill.
On
an improvised dissecting-table in the old farmhouse, by the light
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: encroached upon the scanty pasturage: but there was always enough
room to pass. Besides, our horses instinctively chose the easiest
places without ever slackening their pace. My uncle was refused even
the satisfaction of stirring up his beast with whip or voice. He had
no excuse for being impatient. I could not help smiling to see so
tall a man on so small a pony, and as his long legs nearly touched
the ground he looked like a six-legged centaur.
"Good horse! good horse!" he kept saying. "You will see, Axel, that
there is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is
stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks,
glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He
Journey to the Center of the Earth |
