| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin: falls upon different parts of this coast. One shower far
northward at Copiapo produces as great an effect on the
vegetation, as two at Guasco, and three or four in this
district. At Valparaiso a winter so dry as greatly to injure
the pasture, would at Guasco produce the most unusual
abundance. Proceeding northward, the quantity of rain does
not appear to decrease in strict proportion to the latitude.
At Conchalee, which is only 67 miles north of Valparaiso,
rain is not expected till the end of May; whereas at Valparaiso
some generally falls early in April: the annual quantity
is likewise small in proportion to the lateness of the
The Voyage of the Beagle |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: I told Dick, word for word. First he looked dumfounded, then angry, and he
ended up with a grim laugh.
"Ken, you're sure bent on starting something, as Jim would say. You've
started it all right. And Jim'll love you for it. But I'm responsible to
your mother. Ken, I remember your mother--and you're going back home."
"Dick!"
"You're going back home as fast as I can get you to Holston and put you on
a train, that's all."
"I won't go!" I cried.
Without any more words Dick led me down the street to a rude corral; here
he rapidly saddled and packed his horses. The only time he spoke was when
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry: Presbyterian widow to swim.
"But I was going to tell you about mine and Andy's summer vacation
that wasn't one.
"We was tired of finance and all the branches of unsanctified
ingenuity. Even Andy, whose brain rarely ever stopped working, began
to make noises like a tennis cabinet.
"'Heigh ho!' says Andy. 'I'm tired. I've got that steam up the yacht
Corsair and ho for the Riviera! feeling. I want to loaf and indict my
soul, as Walt Whittier says. I want to play pinochle with Merry del
Val or give a knouting to the tenants on my Tarrytown estates or do a
monologue at a Chautauqua picnic in kilts or something summery and
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