| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: to her before. Sam Bannett did not have it in him to look as this
man could look, when the cold lustre of his eyes grew hot with
internal fire. What color they were baffled her still. "Can it
possibly change?" she wondered. It seemed to her that sometimes
when she had been looking from a rock straight down into clear
sea water, this same color had lurked in its depths. "Is it
green, or is it gray?" she asked herself, but did not turn just
now to see. She kept her face toward the landscape.
"All men are born equal," he now remarked slowly.
"Yes," she quickly answered, with a combative flash. "Well?"
"Maybe that don't include women?" he suggested.
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: then he rode on again. But I didn't feel gay any more.
I says to myself I've botched my chances by that;
I surely have, if he meets up with Hal Clayton.
"Well, about three in the morning I fetched Elexandria
and see this stern-wheeler laying there, and was very glad,
because I felt perfectly safe, now, you know. It was
just daybreak. I went aboard and got this stateroom and put
on these clothes and went up in the pilot-house--to watch,
though I didn't reckon there was any need of it.
I set there and played with my di'monds and waited and
waited for the boat to start, but she didn't. You see,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad: an hour.
She was a big, high-class cargo-steamer of a type that is to be
met on the sea no more--black hull, with low, white
superstructures, powerfully rigged with three masts and a lot of
yards on the fore; two hands at her enormous wheel--steam
steering-gear was not a matter of course in these days--and with
them on the bridge three others, bulky in thick blue jackets,
ruddy-faced, muffled up, with peak caps--I suppose all her
officers. There are ships I have met more than once and known
well by sight whose names I have forgotten; but the name of that
ship seen once so many years ago in the clear flush of a cold,
A Personal Record |
