|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James:
was entertaining their visitor.
Bessie said nothing, but Willie Woodley exclaimed that his lordship
was in town; he had seen his name in the Morning Post.
"Do you read the Morning Post?" asked Mrs. Westgate.
"Oh, yes; it's great fun," Willie Woodley affirmed.
"I want so to see it," said Bessie; "there is so much about it in Thackeray."
"I will send it to you every morning," said Willie Woodley.
He found them what Bessie Alden thought excellent places,
under the great trees, beside the famous avenue whose
humors had been made familiar to the young girl's childhood
by the pictures in Punch. The day was bright and warm,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
hawsers. Presently the ground sloped abruptly, lights flitted to and
fro, and she thought all at once that she had gone mad when she saw
some horses in the sky.
Others, on the edge of the dock, neighed at the sight of the ocean. A
derrick pulled them up in the air, and dumped them into a boat, where
passengers were bustling about among barrels of cider, baskets of
cheese and bags of meal; chickens cackled, the captain swore and a
cabin-boy rested on the railing, apparently indifferent to his
surroundings. Felicite, who did not recognise him, kept shouting:
"Victor!" He suddenly raised his eyes, but while she was preparing to
rush up to him, they withdrew the gangplank.
A Simple Soul
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
but she fears her stern father. Wingenund would burn the Village of Peace. The
Indian tribes tremble before the thunder of his wrath. Be patient, my chief.
Time changes the leaves, so it will the anger of the warriors. Whispering
Winds' will set you free, and be free herself to go far with you toward the
rising sun, where dwell your people. She will love, and be constant, as the
northern star. Her love will be an eternal spring where blossoms bloom ever
anew, and fresh, and sweet. She will love your people, and raise Christian
children, and sit ever in the door of your home praying for the west wind to
blow. Or, if my chief wills, we shall live the Indian life, free as two eagles
on their lonely crag."
Although Joe gave himself up completely to his love for his bride, he did not
The Spirit of the Border