| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: more look at Link Stevens. It had come to be his ride almost as
much as it was hers. He hunched lower than ever, rigid, strained
to the last degree, a terrible, implacable driver. This was his
hour, and he was great. If he so much as brushed a flying tire
against one of the millions of spikes clutching out, striking out
from the cactus, there would be a shock, a splitting wave of air-
-an end. Madeline thought she saw that Link's bulging cheek and
jaw were gray, that his tight-shut lips were white, that the
smile was gone. Then he really was human--not a demon. She felt
a strange sense of brotherhood. He understood a woman's soul as
Monty Price had understood it. Link was the lightning-forged
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: And now, towards the setting sun
She turns her tearful eyes.
Those tears flow over, wonder not,
For by the inscription see
In what a strange and distant spot
Her heart of hearts must be!
Three seas and many a league of land
That letter must pass o'er,
Ere read by him to whose loved hand
'Tis sent from England's shore.
Remote colonial wilds detain
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil: He serves the fields who with his harrow breaks
The sluggish clods, and hurdles osier-twined
Hales o'er them; from the far Olympian height
Him golden Ceres not in vain regards;
And he, who having ploughed the fallow plain
And heaved its furrowy ridges, turns once more
Cross-wise his shattering share, with stroke on stroke
The earth assails, and makes the field his thrall.
Pray for wet summers and for winters fine,
Ye husbandmen; in winter's dust the crops
Exceedingly rejoice, the field hath joy;
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