| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: forcibly to their minds the fact that they were at the gateway of the unknown
West; that somewhere beyond this rude frontier settlement, out there in those
unbroken forests stretching dark and silent before them, was to be their
future home.
From the high bank where they stood the land sloped and narrowed gradually
until it ended in a sharp point which marked the last bit of land between the
Allegheny and Monongahela rivers. Here these swift streams merged and formed
the broad Ohio. The new-born river, even here at its beginning proud and
swelling as if already certain of its far-away grandeur, swept majestically
round a wide curve and apparently lost itself in the forest foliage.
On the narrow point of land commanding a view of the rivers stood a long, low
The Spirit of the Border |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: more going to faint than Shekels is."
"Look here, Dorcas, go along back, and be tactful. Be persuasive;
don't fret her; tell her it's all right, the matter is in my hands,
but it isn't good form to hurry so grave a matter as this. Explain
to her that we have to go by precedents, and that I believe this
one to be new. In fact, you can say I know that nothing just like
it has happened in our army, therefore I must be guided by European
precedents, and must go cautiously and examine them carefully.
Tell her not to be impatient, it will take me several days, but it
will all come out right, and I will come over and report progress
as I go along. Do you get the idea, Dorcas?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: shrugged his shoulders, muttered that I was mad or bewitched, and
followed doggedly in my tracks.
"We soon reached the kloof, which was about three hundred yards in
length and but sparsely wooded, and then the real fun began. There
might be a lion behind every bush--there certainly were four lions
somewhere; the delicate question was, where. I peeped and poked and
looked in every possible direction, with my heart in my mouth, and was
at last rewarded by catching a glimpse of something yellow moving behind
a bush. At the same moment, from another bush opposite me out burst one
of the cubs and galloped back towards the burnt pan. I whipped round
and let drive a snap shot that tipped him head over heels, breaking his
Long Odds |
