| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: And he laid hold on Theseus' hands, and would not let him go.
Theseus wished to go forwards: but he was ashamed to seem
churlish to so hospitable a man; and he was curious to see
that wondrous bed; and beside, he was hungry and weary: yet
he shrank from the man, he knew not why; for, though his
voice was gentle and fawning, it was dry and husky like a
toad's; and though his eyes were gentle, they were dull and
cold like stones. But he consented, and went with the man up
a glen which led from the road toward the peaks of Parnes,
under the dark shadow of the cliffs.
And as they went up, the glen grew narrower, and the cliffs
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: her with wild eyes.
"Saunders !" he said chokingly, "Saunders, the damned fool! He's
given it away."
He staggered to a chair, and ran a handkerchief across his shaking
lips.
"He told Bassett, of the Times-Republican," he managed to say.
"Do you - do you know what that means? And Bassett got Clark's
automobile number. He said so."
He looked up at her, his face twitching. "They're hound dogs on a
scent, Bev. They'll get the story, and blow it wide open."
"You know I'm prepared for that. I have been for ten years."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: eyelids, always drooping, made him look dull. His attire, cut to
what appeared to be an exaggerated English style, attracted
attention to his diminutive size. He was immaculate and
fastidious. Robert Weede was a rather large florid young man,
remarkable only for his good nature. Counting Boyd Harvey, a
handsome, pale-faced fellow, with the careless smile of the man
for whom life had been easy and pleasant, the party was complete.
Dinner was a happy hour, especially for the Mexican women who
served it and who could not fail to note its success. The
mingling of low voices and laughter, the old, gay, superficial
talk, the graciousness of a class which lived for the pleasure of
The Light of Western Stars |
