| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Beast in the Jungle by Henry James: shimmered across his vision. Darkness again closed over it, but
the gleam had already become for him an idea. "Because I haven't
the right--?"
"Don't KNOW--when you needn't," she mercifully urged. "You
needn't--for we shouldn't."
"Shouldn't?" If he could but know what she meant!
"No--it's too much."
"Too much?" he still asked but with a mystification that was the
next moment of a sudden to give way. Her words, if they meant
something, affected him in this light--the light also of her wasted
face--as meaning ALL, and the sense of what knowledge had been for
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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: fellow, "what has happened? How comes it that you are
out of the hospital, and travel-stained as though from a long,
hard ride? I cannot understand it, sire."
"Hospital?" queried the young man. "What do you mean,
my good fellow? I have been in no hospital."
"You were there only last evening when I inquired after
you of the doctor," insisted the shopkeeper, "nor did any
there yet suspect your true identity."
"Last evening I was hiding far up in the mountains from
Yellow Franz's band of cutthroats," replied Barney. "Tell me
what manner of riddle you are propounding."
The Mad King |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: twenty hogs sitting on the same number of golden thrones. Each
man (as he still supposed himself to be) essayed to give a cry
of surprise, but found that he could merely grunt, and that, in
a word, he was just such another beast as his companions. It
looked so intolerably absurd to see hogs on cushioned thrones,
that they made haste to wallow down upon all fours, like other
swine. They tried to groan and beg for mercy, but forthwith
emitted the most awful grunting and squealing that ever came
out of swinish throats. They would have wrung their hands in
despair, but, attempting to do so, grew all the more desperate
for seeing themselves squatted on their hams, and pawing the
Tanglewood Tales |
