| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "I like you as a friend, Mr. Miller, but we can never be more than friends. I
am very sorry for you, and angry with myself that I did not try to help you
instead of making it worse. Please do not speak of this again. Come, let us
join the others."
They were quite alone in the room. As Betty finished speaking and started for
the door Miller intercepted her. She recoiled in alarm from his white face.
"No, you don't go yet. I won't give you up so easily. No woman can play fast
and loose with me! Do you understand? What have you meant all this winter? You
encouraged me. You know you did," he cried passionately.
"I thought you were a gentleman. I have really taken the trouble to defend you
against persons who evidently were not misled as to your real nature. I will
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: well-stored wit and judgment.[18]
[18] Or, "To be that implies a considerable store of well-packed
wisdom."
I have no such ambition (he replied).
Soc. Well, do you wish to be a mathematician, like Theodorus?[19]
[19] Of Cyrene (cf. Plat. "Theaet.") taught Plato. Diog. Laert. ii. 8,
19.
Euth. No, nor yet a mathematician.
Soc. Then do you wish to be an astronomer?[20] or (as the youth
signified dissent) possibly a rhapsodist?[21] (he asked), for I am
told you have the entire works of Homer in your possession.[22]
The Memorabilia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: I've a feeling that if I'd look into them I'd see the sun setting, the
clouds coloring, the twilight shadows changing; and then back of that the
secret of it all--of you--Oh! I can't explain, but it seems so."
"I never had a secret, except the one you know," she answered." You ask
me so often what I think about, and you always ask me when we're here."
She was silent for a pause. "I don't think at all tilt you make me.
It's beautiful out there. But that's not what it is to me. I can't tell
you. When I sit down here all within me is--is somehow stilled. I
watch--and it's different from what it is now, since you've made me
think. Then I watch, and I see, that's all."
It came to Hare afterward with a little start of surprise that Mescal's
The Heritage of the Desert |
