|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey:
He fumbled about the breach of the gun and his brow clouded.
"Sand! Out of commission!" he exclaimed." Mescal, I don't like that."
"Use your Colt," suggested Mescal.
The distance was too great. Hare missed, and the deer bounded away into
Hare built a fire under a sheltering pine where no snow covered the soft
mat of needles, and while Mescal dried the blankets and roasted the last
portion of meat he made a wind-break of spruce boughs. When they had
eaten, not forgetting to give Wolf a portion, Hare fed Silvermane the
last few handfuls of grain, and tied him with a long halter on the grassy
bank. The daylight failed and darkness came on apace. The old familiar
The Heritage of the Desert
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James:
"Do you desire the credit of it?"
"If you like, I will take the blame," he said, looking up with a smile.
"Yes," she rejoined in a moment, "you make no difference in these things.
You have no sense of property."
The young man gave his joyous laugh again. "If that means I have no property,
you are right!"
"Don't joke about your poverty," said his sister.
"That is quite as vulgar as to boast about it."
"My poverty! I have just finished a drawing that will bring
me fifty francs!"
"Voyons," said the lady, putting out her hand.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley:
much whether he had any of that human and humorous common sense,
which is often a good substitute for the philosophy of the schools.
We may feel against him a just and honest indignation when we
remember that he dared to travestie into a foul satire the tale of
his country's purest and noblest heroine; but we must recollect, at
the same time, that he did a public service to the morality of his
own country, and of all Europe, by his indignation--quite as just
and honest as any which we may feel--at the legal murder of Calas.
We must recollect that, if he exposes baseness and foulness with too
cynical a license of speech (in which, indeed, he sinned no more
than had the average of French writers since the days of Montaigne),