| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: he certainly never forgot his horse. He wondered if Diablo was
running, walking, resting; if Yaqui was finding water and grass.
In March, with the short desert winter over, the days began to
grow warm. The noon hours were hot, and seemed to give promise
of the white summer blaze and blasting furnace wind soon to come.
No word was received from the rangers. But this caused Belding
no concern, and it seemed to him that his women folk considered
no news good news.
Among the many changes coming to pass in Forlorn River were the
installing of post-office service and the building of a mescal
drinking-house. Belding had worked hard for the post office, but
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: saying he craned his neck forward and looked afar off.
"What is it you see?" said the Fox.
"It is only my master's Dog that is coming towards us. What,
going so soon?" he continued, as the Fox began to turn away as
soon as he had heard the news. "Will you not stop and
congratulate the Dog on the reign of universal peace?"
"I would gladly do so," said the Fox, "but I fear he may not
have heard of King Lion's decree."
Cunning often outwits itself.
The Wind and the Sun
The Wind and the Sun were disputing which was the stronger.
Aesop's Fables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: lessoned. He learned many tortures, and, notably, the torture of
hunger, the torture of thirst, the torture of fire, and, worst of
all, the torture of music.
Like the rest of his kind, he did not enjoy music. It gave him
exquisite anguish, racking him nerve by nerve, and ripping apart
every fibre of his being. It made him howl, long and wolf-life, as
when the wolves bay the stars on frosty nights. He could not help
howling. It was his one weakness in the contest with Leclere, and
it was his shame. Leclere, on the other hand, passionately loved
music--as passionately as he loved strong drink. And when his soul
clamoured for expression, it usually uttered itself in one or the
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