| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: elaborate flourish.
"Now you'll be able to see what order we have got there. And it
is very difficult to keep order, it is so crowded, especially
with people condemned to exile; but I watch strictly, and love
the work. You will see they are very comfortable and contented.
But one must know how to deal with them. Only a few days ago we
had a little trouble--insubordination; another would have called
it mutiny, and would have made many miserable, but with us it all
passed quietly. We must have solicitude on one hand, firmness and
power on the other," and he clenched the fat, white,
turquoise-ringed fist, which issued out of the starched cuff of
Resurrection |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: they approached from all directions. At first it was fascinating to hear
one howl far off in the forest, and then to notice the difference in the
sound as he came nearer and nearer. The way they barked and snapped out
there in the darkness was as wild a thing to hear as any boy could have
wished for. It began to be a little too much for me. I kept up a bright
fire, and, though not exactly afraid, I had a perch picked out in the
nearest tree. Suddenly the coyotes became silent. Then a low, continuous
growling, a snapping of twigs, and the unmistakable drag of a heavy body
over the ground made my hair stand on end. Gripping my rifle, I listened.
I heard the crunch of teeth on bones, then more sounds of something being
dragged down the hollow. The coyotes began to bark again, but now far back
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: "Can't you tell us what it means--this disappearance?" asked Jim, his voice
low and anxious.
"They're gone, canoe and all. I knew Wetzel was going, but I didn't calkilate
on the lad. Mebbe he followed Wetzel, mebbe he didn't," answered the taciturn
guide, and he spoke no more.
In his keen expectation and wonder as to what the village would be like, Jim
momentarily forgot his brother's disappearance, and when he arrived at the top
of the bank he surveyed the scene with eagerness. What he saw was more
imposing than the Village of Peace which he had conjured up in his
imagination. Confronting him was a level plain, in the center of which stood a
wide, low structure surrounded by log cabins, and these in turn encircled by
The Spirit of the Border |
