| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: with it."
"You'll never get anywhere with anything," was Zoie's
exasperating answer. "You're too slow."
"Well, there's nothing slow about you," retorted Jimmy, stung to
a frenzy by her insolence.
"Oh please, please," interposed Aggie, desperately determined to
keep these two irascible persons to the main issue. "What are we
going to tell that mother?"
"You can tell her whatever you like," answered Zoie, with an
impudent toss of her head, "but I'll NOT give up that baby until
I get ANOTHER one.'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde: fiction. His people not merely live, but they live in thought.
One can see them from myriad points of view. They are suggestive.
There is soul in them and around them. They are interpretative and
symbolic. And he who made them, those wonderful quickly-moving
figures, made them for his own pleasure, and has never asked the
public what they wanted, has never cared to know what they wanted,
has never allowed the public to dictate to him or influence him in
any way but has gone on intensifying his own personality, and
producing his own individual work. At first none came to him.
That did not matter. Then the few came to him. That did not
change him. The many have come now. He is still the same. He is
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: Grand Canyon. She had forgotten Glenn's tribute to this place. In her
rapturous excitement of preparation and travel the Canyon had been merely a
name. But now she saw it and she was stunned.
What a stupendous chasm, gorgeous in sunset color on the heights, purpling
into mystic shadows in the depths! There was a wonderful brightness of all
the millions of red and yellow and gray surfaces still exposed to the sun.
Carley did not feel a thrill, because feeling seemed inhibited. She looked
and looked, yet was reluctant to keep on looking. She possessed no image in
mind with which to compare this grand and mystic spectacle. A
transformation of color and shade appeared to be going on swiftly, as if
gods were changing the scenes of a Titanic stage. As she gazed the dark
The Call of the Canyon |
