| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: istence. Before I had known her, Jubal the Ugly One
had pursued her across a savage world to make her his
mate. She had eluded him, and finally I had slain him;
but terror and privations, and exposure to fierce beasts
had haunted her footsteps during all her lonely flight
from him. And when I had returned to the outer
world the old trials had recommenced with Hooja in
Jubal's role. I could almost have wished for death to
vouchsafe her that peace which fate seemed to deny
her in this life.
I spoke to her on the subject, suggesting that we
Pellucidar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: or else he will die. Poor boy, please God that he gets well. Has he been good?
Did he call for any particular young lady? Never fear, Betty, I'll keep the
secret. He'll never know you were here unless you tell him yourself."
Meanwhile the days had been busy ones for Col. Zane. In anticipation of an
attack from the Indians, the settlers had been fortifying their refuge and
making the block-house as nearly impregnable as possible. Everything that was
movable and was of value they put inside the stockade fence, out of reach of
the destructive redskins. All the horses and cattle were driven into the
inclosure. Wagon-loads of hay, grain and food were stored away in the
block-house.
Never before had there been such excitement on the frontier. Runners from Ft.
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: one high, one low, struck together, seem to give each other as they
combine. Yet as the resonance died, and she turned to the Fairy Tale
again, Mrs Ramsey felt not only exhausted in body (afterwards, not at the
time, she always felt this) but also there tinged her physical fatigue
some faintly disagreeable sensation with another origin. Not that, as
she read aloud the story of the Fisherman's Wife, she knew precisely what
it came from; nor did she let herself put into words her dissatisfaction
when she realized, at the turn of the page when she stopped and heard
dully, ominously, a wave fall, how it came from this: she did not like,
even for a second, to feel finer than her husband; and further, could not
bear not being entirely sure, when she spoke to him, of the truth of what
To the Lighthouse |
