|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad:
only sensible girl for miles around? What do you
think I am here for, my dear--my dear--my dear?
. . . What? You wait. You just wait. You'll
see to-morrow. I'll soon--"
"Bessie! Bessie! Bessie!" howled old Carvil in-
side. "Bessie!--my pipe!" That fat blind man
had given himself up to a very lust of laziness. He
would not lift his hand to reach for the things she
took care to leave at his very elbow. He would not
move a limb; he would not rise from his chair, he
would not put one foot before another, in that par-
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
"That's my Shawnee guide, Tomepomehala. He's a good fellow, although Jonathan
and Wetzel declare the only good Indian is a dead one. Come right in here.
There are your packs, and you'll find water outside the door."
Thus saying, Colonel Zane led the brothers into a small room, brought out
their packs, and left them. He came back presently with a couple of soft
"Now you lads fix up a bit; then come out and meet my family and tell us all
about your adventure. By that time dinner will be ready."
"Geminy! Don't that towel remind you of home?" said Joe, when the colonel had
gone. "From the looks of things, Colonel Zane means to have comfort here in
the wilderness. He struck me as being a fine man."
The Spirit of the Border
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott:
"But it is impossible! Were I to read the record in the eternal
book of fate, I would declare it impossible--we are bound by the
ties of blood, and by a hundred ties more intimate--we have stood
side by side in battle, and our swords have reeked with the blood
of the same enemies--it is IMPOSSIBLE I should harm him!"
"That you WILL do so," answered Ranald, "is certain, though the
cause be hid in the darkness of futurity. You say," he
continued, suppressing his own emotions with difficulty, "that
side by side you have pursued your prey like bloodhounds--have
you never seen bloodhounds turn their fangs against each other,
and fight over the body of a throttled deer?"