| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain: or walking up the aisles, or fumbling with a seat,
the stream of incomers had suddenly dried up at its source.
I listened undisturbed to a piece of music that was fifteen
minutes long--always expecting some tardy ticket-holders
to come crowding past my knees, and being continuously and
pleasantly disappointed--but when the last note was struck,
here came the stream again. You see, they had made
those late comers wait in the comfortable waiting-parlor
from the time the music had begin until it was ended.
It was the first time I had ever seen this sort of
criminals denied the privilege of destroying the comfort
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: action. I want to be outdoors."
Belding nodded his head as if he understood that, and he began
to speak again, cut something short, then went on, hesitatingly:
"Gale--you could go home again--to the old man-- it'd be all right?"
"Mr. Belding, there's nothing shady in my past. The governor would
be glad to have me home. That's the only consolation I've got.
But I'm not going. I'm broke. I won't be a tramp. And it's up
to me to do something."
"How'd you like to be a border ranger?" asked Belding, laying a
hand on Dick's knee. "Part of my job here is United States Inspector
of Immigration. I've got that boundary line to patrol--to keep out
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: to do some trading, but, as I was in no particular hurry, my plan was to
go round by Masapo's, and see for myself how it fared between him and
Mameena. Indeed, I reached the borders of the Amasomi territory,
whereof Masapo was chief, by evening, and camped there. But with the
night came reflection, and reflection told me that I should do well to
keep clear of Mameena and her domestic complications, if she had any.
So I changed my mind, and next morning trekked on to Nodwengu by the
only route that my guides reported to be practicable, one which took me
a long way round.
That day, owing to the roughness of the road--if road it could be
called--and an accident to one of the wagons, we only covered about
Child of Storm |
