| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: morning. "What do you suppose Oscar is doing now?" Billy inquired of
Bertie, as they led the black gelding back to the road; and Bertie
laughed like an infant. "Gentlemen," said he, in Oscar's manner, "we
now approach the multiplicity of the ego." The black gelding must have
thought it had humorists to deal with this day.
Oscar, as a matter of fact, was eating his cheap lunch away over in
Cambridge. There was cold mutton, and boiled potatoes with hard brown
spots in them, and large picked cucumbers; and the salt was damp and
would not shake out through the holes in the top of the bottle. But
Oscar ate two helps of everything with a good appetite, and between
whiles looked at his notes, which lay open beside him on the table. At
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: he. "I will go to an end with it, or perish. And when I get home,
I pray God this may be a dream, and I may find my father dancing."
So he went on after the bloodless thing that had escaped; and in
the way he met the appearance of his mother, and she wept. "What
have you done?" she cried. "What is this that you have done? Oh,
come home (where you may be by bedtime) ere you do more ill to me
and mine; for it is enough to smite my brother and your father."
"Dear mother, it is not these that I have smitten," said Jack; "it
was but the enchanter in their shape. And even if I had, it would
not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."
And at this the appearance gobbled like a turkey.
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: above the wainscoting of the dining-room. The won-
der of it was yet upon them. Neither of them had
ever seen a yellow primrose by the river's brim; but if
such a sight had met their eyes at that time it would
have seemed like - well, whatever the poet expected
the right kind of people to see in it besides a prim-
rose.
The bride sat in the rocker with her feet resting
upon the world. She was wrapt in rosy dreams and a
kimono of the same hue. She wondered what the peo-
ple in Greenland and Tasmania and Beloochistan
The Voice of the City |
