| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: "Oh, I know the kind of man you are," Thorpe interrupted
him, coolly. "I want to talk now."
"It was merely," Kervick ventured, in an injured tone,
"that I can be as loyal as any man alive to a true friend."
"Well, I'll be the true friend, then," said Thorpe,
with impatient finality. "And now this is what I want to say.
I'm going to be a very rich man. You're not to say so
to anybody, mind you, until the thing speaks for itself.
We're keeping dark for a few months, d'ye see?--lying low.
Then, as I say, I shall be a very rich man. Well now,
I wouldn't give a damn to be rich, unless I did with my
The Market-Place |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: away. In the warm touch of her hand, in some subtle thing that radiated
from her Hare felt a change in the girl he loved. A few months had
wrought in her some indefinable difference, even as they had increased
his love to its full volume and depth. Had his absence brought her to
the realization of her woman's heart?
In the afternoon Hare left the house and spent a little while with
Silvermane; then he wandered along the wall to the head of the oasis, and
found a seat on the fence. The next few weeks presented to him a
situation that would be difficult to endure. He would be near Mescal,
but only to have the truth forced cruelly home to him every sane moment--
that she was not for him. Out on the ranges he had abandoned himself to
The Heritage of the Desert |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: I think we must venture into the mist."
"But we can't see where we're going, or what we're
stepping on," protested Dorothy. "There may be
dreadful things mixed up in that fog, an' I'm scared
just to think of wading into it."
Even Ozma seemed to hesitate. She was silent and
thoughtful for a little while, looking at the rolling
drifts that were so gray and forbidding. Finally she
said:
"I believe this is a Mist Valley, where these moist
clouds always remain, for even the sunshine above does
Glinda of Oz |
