| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: held towards him, and put it in his pocket. "Something to soften
down that harsh judgment? I am going straight to see him."
"No," said Mary, shaking her head, and smiling. "If I were to say
that he would not be ridiculous as a clergyman, I must say that he
would be something worse than ridiculous. But I am very glad
to hear that he is going away to work."
"On the other hand, I am very glad to hear that YOU are not
going away to work. My mother, I am sure, will be all the happier
if you will come to see her at the vicarage: you know she is fond
of having young people to talk to, and she has a great deal to tell
about old times. You will really be doing a kindness."
Middlemarch |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: first he wrote but seldom,"
"Reckon he never wrote you or told you what he did in the war," declared
Mrs. Hutter.
"Indeed he never did!"
"Well, I'll tell you some day. For Tom found out all about him. Got some of
it from a soldier who came to Flagstaff for lung trouble. He'd been in the
same company with Glenn. We didn't know this boy's name while he was in
Flagstaff. But later Tom found out. John Henderson. He was only twenty-two,
a fine lad. An' he died in Phoenix. We tried to get him out here. But the
boy wouldn't live on charity. He was always expectin' money--a war bonus,
whatever that was. It didn't come. He was a clerk at the El Tovar for a
The Call of the Canyon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: large, fair brow; his stylish trousers were defaced with iron
rust, and the state of his chisel testified to misdirected
energies.
A cask is not an easy thing to open, even when you set about it
in the right way; when you set about it wrongly, the whole
structure must be resolved into its elements. Such was the course
pursued alike by the artist and the lawyer. Presently the last
hoop had been removed--a couple of smart blows tumbled the staves
upon the ground--and what had once been a barrel was no more than
a confused heap of broken and distorted boards.
In the midst of these, a certain dismal something, swathed in
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