| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: replaced. The frivolity, the indecency of it made Stransom's eyes
fill; and he had that evening a sturdy sense that he alone, in a
world without delicacy, had a right to hold up his head. While he
smoked, after dinner, he had a book in his lap, but he had no eyes
for his page: his eyes, in the swarming void of things, seemed to
have caught Kate Creston's, and it was into their sad silences he
looked. It was to him her sentient spirit had turned, knowing it
to be of her he would think. He thought for a long time of how the
closed eyes of dead women could still live - how they could open
again, in a quiet lamplit room, long after they had looked their
last. They had looks that survived - had them as great poets had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: here with you?"
"That's Euchre on the porch. Duane is inside at the window with
Jen," replied Mrs. Bland.
"Duane!" he exclaimed. Then he whispered low--something Duane
could not catch.
"Why, I asked him to come," said the chief's wife. She spoke
easily and naturally and made no change in tone. "Jen has been
ailing. She gets thinner and whiter every day. Duane came here
one day with Euchre, saw Jen, and went loony over her pretty
face, same as all you men. So I let him come."
Bland cursed low and deep under his breath. The other man made
The Lone Star Ranger |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain: over his surprise, but I bet you it will drop pretty flat."
Sid chuckled in a very contented and satisfied way.
"Sid, was it you that told?"
"Oh, never mind who it was. SOMEBODY told -- that's
enough."
"Sid, there's only one person in this town mean
enough to do that, and that's you. If you had been in
Huck's place you'd 'a' sneaked down the hill and never
told anybody on the robbers. You can't do any but
mean things, and you can't bear to see anybody praised
for doing good ones. There -- no thanks, as the widow
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer |
