| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: damned good notion to lodge an information against you."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Forget it. I was behind you when you asked for that letter. Give
it here. I want to show you something."
Suddenly, with the letter in his hand, Bassett laughed and then tore
it open. There was only a sheet of blank paper inside.
"I wasn't sure you'd see it, and I didn't think you'd fall for it
if you did," he observed. "But I was pretty sure you didn't want
me to see Melis. Now I know it."
"Well, I didn't," Gregory said sullenly.
"Just the same, I expect to see him. The day's early yet, and
The Breaking Point |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: the contempt for death, won their admiration.
"Let the white father stand forth," sternly called Wingenund.
A hundred somber eyes turned on the prisoners. Except that one wore a buckskin
coat, the other a linsey one, there was no difference. The strong figures were
the same, the white faces alike, the stern resolve in the gray eyes
identical--they were twin brothers.
Wingenund once more paced before his silent chiefs. To deal rightly with this
situation perplexed him. To kill both palefaces did not suit him. Suddenly he
thought of a way to decide.
"Let Wingenund's daughter come," he ordered.
A slight, girlish figure entered. It was Whispering Winds. Her beautiful face
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: Slowly the thought of the word faded, and sleep began to enfold
her. She struggled faintly against it, feeling that she ought to
keep awake on account of the baby; but even this feeling was
gradually lost in an indistinct sense of drowsy peace, through
which, of a sudden, a dark flash of loneliness and terror tore
its way.
She started up again, cold and trembling with the shock: for a
moment she seemed to have lost her hold of the child. But no--she
was mistaken--the tender pressure of its body was still close to
hers: the recovered warmth flowed through her once more, she
yielded to it, sank into it, and slept.
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