| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: continued Ethel, reading the names and inscriptions. 'I think one doesn't
mind the idea of lying in such a place as this.'"
"Some of the young people in the pew now came along the path. 'The
grandchildren,' said Ethel. 'She is probably too old to come to church.
Or she is in Europe.'"
"The young people had brought a basket with flowers from their place, and
now laid them over several of the grassy mounds. 'Give me some of yours,'
said one to the other, presently; 'I've not enough for grandmother's.'"
"Ethel took me rather sharply by the arm. 'Did you hear that?' she asked."
"'It can't be she, you know,' said I. 'He would have come back from
Europe.'"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the throng parted to form an aisle for him, the men saluting
and the women curtsying low.
He took both of the girl's hands in his, and, drawing one
through his arm, took advantage of the prerogatives of king-
ship to lead her away from the throng of courtiers.
"I thought that I should never be done with all the tire-
some business which seems to devolve upon kings," he said,
laughing. "All the while that I should have been bending
my royal intellect to matters of state, I was wondering just
how a king might find a way to see the woman he loves
without interruptions from the horde that dogs his foot-
The Mad King |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: ... Eh! How odd a custom!---a Night-bell at every door. Yes, of
course!---a night-bell!---the Dead are Physicians of Souls: they
may be summoned only by night,---called up from the darkness and
silence ... Yet she?---might he not dare to ring for her even by
day? ........ Strange he had deemed it day!---why, it was black,
starless ... And it was growing queerly cold ...... How should he
ever find her now? It was so black ... so cold! ...
---"Cheri!"
All the dwelling quivered with the mighty whisper.
Outside, the great oaks were trembling to their roots;---all the
shore shook and blanched before the calling of the sea.
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