| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: stepped softly forward, meaning to reassure her.
"Oh!" she whispered, wildly; and Duane thought she was going to
faint. When he got close and looked into her eyes he understood
the strange, dark expression in them. She was terrified because
she believed he meant to kill her, or do worse, probably worse.
Duane realized he must have looked pretty hard and fierce
bursting into her room with that big gun in hand.
The way she searched Duane's face with doubtful, fearful eyes
hurt him.
"Listen. I didn't know this was your room. I came here to get
away--to save my life. I was pursued. I was spying on--on your
The Lone Star Ranger |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: before they took hold of me, and then they seized me, and
brought me back again, and they took the goods upon me. The
fact in general was all true, but I believe, and insisted upon it,
that they stopped me before I had set my foot clear of the
threshold of the house. But that did not argue much, for certain
it was that I had taken the goods, and I was bringing them away,
if I had not been taken.
But I pleaded that I had stole nothing, they had lost nothing,
that the door was open, and I went in, seeing the goods lie
there, and with design to buy. If, seeing nobody in the house, I
had taken any of them up in my hand it could not be concluded
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Frederick Douglass: advice as to what course it was best for me to pursue.
I found Sandy an old adviser. He told me, with
great solemnity, I must go back to Covey; but that
before I went, I must go with him into another
part of the woods, where there was a certain ~root,~
which, if I would take some of it with me, carrying
it ~always on my right side,~ would render it impos-
sible for Mr. Covey, or any other white man, to
whip me. He said he had carried it for years; and
since he had done so, he had never received a blow,
and never expected to while he carried it. I at first
The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave |
