| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: on his crop-eared pony; young Pringle of Drumanno came up on his bony
grey. Hay remained on the hospitable field, and must be carried to bed;
Pringle got somehow to his saddle about 3 A.M., and (as Archie stood
with the lamp on the upper doorstep) lurched, uttered a senseless view-
holloa, and vanished out of the small circle of illumination like a
wraith. Yet a minute or two longer the clatter of his break-neck flight
was audible, then it was cut off by the intervening steepness of the
hill; and again, a great while after, the renewed beating of phantom
horse-hoofs, far in the valley of the Hermiston, showed that the horse
at least, if not his rider, was still on the homeward way.
There was a Tuesday club at the "Cross-keys" in Crossmichael, where the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "Major McColloch brought him in to see papa, and he was introduced to me. He
is a southerner and from one of those old families. I could tell by his cool,
easy, almost reckless air. He is handsome, tall and fair, and his face is
frank and open. He has such beautiful manners. He bowed low to me and really I
felt so embarrassed that I hardly spoke. You know I am used to these big
hunters seizing your hand and giving it a squeeze which makes you want to
scream. Well, this young man is different. He is a cavalier. All the girls are
in love with him already. So will you be."
"I? Indeed not. But how refreshing. You must have been strongly impressed to
see and remember all you have told me."
"Betty Zane, I remember so well because he is just the man you described one
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled
out into unhoped-for liberty. Not without cause was this sentiment:
Mrs. Reed looked frightened; her work had slipped from her knee; she
was lifting up her hands, rocking herself to and fro, and even
twisting her face as if she would cry.
"Jane, you are under a mistake: what is the matter with you? Why
do you tremble so violently? Would you like to drink some water?"
"No, Mrs. Reed."
"Is there anything else you wish for, Jane? I assure you, I desire
to be your friend."
"Not you. You told Mr. Brocklehurst I had a bad character, a
Jane Eyre |
