| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Contrast by Royall Tyler: Rough], yet, allured by my fortune, it seems (with
shame do I speak it) he has privately paid his ad-
dresses to me. I was drawn in to listen to him by his
assuring me that the match was made by his father
without his consent, and that he proposed to break
with Maria, whether he married me or not. But, what-
ever were his intentions respecting your daughter, Sir,
even to me he was false; for he has repeated the same
story, with some cruel reflections upon my person, to
Miss Manly.
JONATHAN
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: The camping-place was low down between two slopes, one of which was high
and had a rocky cliff standing bare in the sunlight. I conceived the idea
of climbing to it. I could not sit quietly waiting any longer. So, mounting
Target, I put him up the slope. It was not a steep climb, still it was long
and took considerable time. Before I reached the gray cliff I looked down
over the forest to see the rolling, smoky clouds. We climbed higher and
still higher, till Target reached the cliff and could go no farther.
Leaping off, I tied him securely and bent my efforts to getting around on
top of the cliff. If I had known what a climb it was I should not have
attempted it, but I could not back out with the summit looming over me. It
ran up to a ragged crag. Hot, exhausted, and out of breath, I at last got
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: the beach, cast a fiery glow against the sky.
They sighed, simultaneously. Then they laughed, each at the
other.
"Curtain," said Fanny. They raced for the station, despite
the sand. Their car was filled with pudgy babies lying limp
in parental arms; with lunch baskets exuding the sickly
scent of bananas; with disheveled vandals whose moist palms
grasped bunches of wilted wild flowers. Past the belching
chimneys of Gary, through South Chicago, the back yard of a
metropolis, past Jackson Park that breathed coolly upon
them, and so to the city again. They looked at it with the
Fanny Herself |
