| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: long time, driven together down the same fierce blast of shame.
When at length she lifted her face he averted his. Her scorn
would have hurt him less than the tears on his hands.
She spoke languidly, like a child emerging from a passion of
weeping. "It was for the money--?"
His lips shaped an assent.
"That was the inheritance--that we married on?"
"Yes."
She drew back and rose to her feet. He sat watching her as she
wandered away from him.
"You hate me," broke from him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Oh, look!" she cried. "The Galu country! The Galu country!
It is my country that I never thought to see again."
"You are glad to come again, Co-Tan?" asked Bradley.
"Oh, so glad!" she cried. "And you will come with me to my people?
We may live here among them, and you will be a great warrior--oh,
when Jor dies you may even be chief, for there is none so mighty
as my warrior. You will come?"
Bradley shook his head. "I cannot, little Co-Tan," he answered.
"My country needs me, and I must go back. Maybe someday I
shall return. You will not forget me, Co-Tan?"
She looked at him in wide-eyed wonder. "You are going away from
Out of Time's Abyss |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: within a couple of feet of me; but on looking about me I saw nothing.
I dropped to the ground, limp and trembling.
"Paul," I said, "we had better return to the house. I am afraid I am going to
be sick."
"Nonsense, old man," he answered. "The sunshine has gone to your head like
wine. You'll be all right. It's famous weather."
But, passing along a narrow path through a clump of cottonwoods, some object
brushed against my legs and I stumbled and nearly fell. I looked with sudden
anxiety at Paul.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Tripping over your own feet?"
I kept my tongue between my teeth and plodded on, though sore perplexed and
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