| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: lodge. Dawn was close at hand--his hour was nearly come.
Suddenly his hearing, trained to a most acute sensibility, caught a faint
sound, almost inaudible. It came from without on the other side of the lodge.
There it was again, a slight tearing sound, such as is caused by a knife when
it cuts through soft material.
Some one was slitting the wall of the lodge.
The hunter rolled noiselessly over and over until he lay against the skins.
In the dim grayness he saw a bright blade moving carefully upward through the
deer-hide. Then a long knife was pushed into the opening; a small, brown hand
grasped the hilt. Another little hand followed and felt of the wall and floor,
reaching out with groping fingers.
The Spirit of the Border |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "It's a fine depth," she said, "and so clear."
"Yes," said Miss Limb.
"Do you swim?" said Paul. "Miss Limb was just saying we could
come when we liked."
"Of course there's the farm-hands," said Miss Limb.
They talked a few moments, then went on up the wild hill,
leaving the lonely, haggard-eyed woman on the bank.
The hillside was all ripe with sunshine. It was wild and tussocky,
given over to rabbits. The three walked in silence. Then:
"She makes me feel uncomfortable," said Paul.
"You mean Miss Limb?" asked Miriam. "Yes."
Sons and Lovers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: she knew that at her return from a fruitless journey it would be
in vain to tell him of her imprisonment, in vain to enlarge upon
the sufferings she had undergone. The cardinal would reply, with
the sarcastic calmness of the skeptic, strong at once by power
and genius, "You should not have allowed yourself to be taken."
Then Milady collected all her energies, murmuring in the depths
of her soul the name of Felton--the only beam of light that
penetrated to her in the hell into which she had fallen; and like
a serpent which folds and unfolds its rings to ascertain its
strength, she enveloped Felton beforehand in the thousand meshes
of her inventive imagination.
The Three Musketeers |
