| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: "And I'll tell you what," added Carthew, "the breeze is failing
fast, and the sun will soon be down. We may get into all kinds
of fresh mess in the dark and with nothing but light airs."
"I don't deny it," answered Wicks, and stood awhile as if in
thought. "But what I can't make out," he began again, with
agitation, "what I can't make out is what you're made of! To
stay in this place is beyond me. There's the bloody sun going
down--and to stay here is beyond me!"
The others looked upon him with horrified surprise. This fall
of their chief pillar--this irrational passion in the practical man,
suddenly barred out of his true sphere, the sphere of action--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: girl, with gray eyes, a slim waist, and a pretty foot, whom I have
occasionally seen, and whose behavior always seemed to me extremely
insolent, she is far superior in manners to du Bousquier. Besides, the
girl has the nobility of beauty; from that point of view the marriage
would be a poor one for her; she might do better. You know how the
Emperor Joseph had the curiosity to see the du Barry at Luciennes. He
offered her his arm to walk about, and the poor thing was so surprised
at the honor that she hesitated to accept it: 'Beauty is ever a
queen,' said the Emperor. And he, you know, was an Austrian-German,"
added the chevalier. "But I can tell you that Germany, which is
thought here very rustic, is a land of noble chivalry and fine
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: distinctly heard a bullet strike Ladd. At the same instant he
seemed to hear Thorne cry out and fall, and Lash's boots scrape
rapidly away. Ladd fell backward still holding the .405. Gale
dragged him into the shelter of his own positoin, and dreading
to look at him, took up the heavy weapon. It was with a kind of
savage strength that he gripped the rifle; and it was with a cold
and deadly intent that he aimed and fired. The first Greaser
huddled low, let his carbine go clattering down, and then crawled
behind the rim. The second and third jerked back. The fourth
seemed to flop up over the crest of lava. A dark arm reached for
him, clutched his leg, tried to drag him up. It was in vain.
Desert Gold |
