| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Duchesse de Langeais by Honore de Balzac: Twenty-fours hours later the brig lay to off the north-west shore
of an island within sight of the Spanish coast. She had been
specially chosen for her shallow keel and light mastage, so that
she might lie at anchor in safety half a league away from the
reefs that secure the island from approach in this direction. If
fishing vessels or the people on the island caught sight of the
brig, they were scarcely likely to feel suspicious of her at
once; and besides, it was easy to give a reason for her presence
without delay. Montriveau hoisted the flag of the United States
before they came in sight of the island, and the crew of the
vessel were all American sailors, who spoke nothing but English.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare: [Enter HELENA in the dress of a pilgrim.]
God save you, pilgrim! Whither are bound?
HELENA.
To Saint Jaques-le-Grand.
Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
WIDOW.
At the Saint Francis here, beside the port.
HELENA.
Is this the way?
WIDOW.
Ay, marry, is't. Hark you! They come this way.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: pitched over a fall and shot between two high, rocky bluffs. These walls ran
up almost perpendicularly two hundred feet; the space between was scarcely
twenty feet wide, and the water fairly screamed as it rushed madly through its
narrow passage. In the center it was like a glancing sheet of glass, weird and
dark, and was bordered on the sides by white, seething foam-capped waves which
tore and dashed and leaped at their stony confines.
Though the danger was great, though Death lurked in those jagged stones and in
those black waits Isaac felt no fear, he knew the strength of that arm, now
rigid and again moving with lightning swiftness; he knew the power of the eye
which guided them.
Once more out under the starry sky; rifts, shallows, narrows, and lake-like
Betty Zane |
