| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy: 'Never mind; I know all about it, and we are great friends,' the
man of business replied enthusiastically. 'And, Miss Swancourt,
will you kindly sing to me?'
To Miss Swancourt this request seemed, what in fact it was,
exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had
some hand in framing it, knowing, rather to her cost, of his
unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull
sojourners. At the same time, as Mr. Smith's manner was too frank
to provoke criticism, and his age too little to inspire fear, she
was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. Selecting from the
canterbury some old family ditties, that in years gone by had been
A Pair of Blue Eyes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: hair in the bright spot, and it be no lower than the other skin, but be
somewhat dark; then the priest shall shut him up seven days:
LEV 13:27 And the priest shall look upon him the seventh day: and if it
be spread much abroad in the skin, then the priest shall pronounce him
unclean: it is the plague of leprosy.
LEV 13:28 And if the bright spot stay in his place, and spread not in
the skin, but it be somewhat dark; it is a rising of the burning, and
the priest shall pronounce him clean: for it is an inflammation of the
burning.
LEV 13:29 If a man or woman have a plague upon the head or the beard;
LEV 13:30 Then the priest shall see the plague: and, behold, if it be
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: a dancing fury in his pale eyes. "You're from Nebraska?"
"Yep, jest a plain Nebraska rustler, cattle-thief, an' all round no-good
customer, though I ain't taken to houndin' women yet."
For answer Snap Naab's right hand slowly curved upward before him and
stopped taut and inflexible, while his strange eyes seemed to shoot
sparks.
"See here, Naab, why do you want to throw a gun on me?" asked the
rustler, coolly. "Haven't you shot enough of your friends yet? I reckon
I've no right to interfere in your affairs. I was only protestin'
friendly like, for the little lady. She's game, an' she's called your
hand. An' it's not a straight hand. Thet's all, an' d--n if I care
The Heritage of the Desert |
