| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: Soon they discovered that old Hobden had blocked their best
hedge-gaps with stakes and thorn-bundles, and had trimmed up
the hedges where the blackberries were setting.
'it can't be time for the gipsies to come along,' said Una. 'Why,
it was summer only the other day!'
'There's smoke in Low Shaw!' said Dan, sniffing. 'Let's make sure!'
They crossed the fields towards the thin line of blue smoke that
leaned above the hollow of Low Shaw which lies beside the
King's Hill road. It used to be an old quarry till somebody planted
it, and you can look straight down into it from the edge of Banky Meadow.
'I thought so,' Dan whispered, as they came up to the fence at
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: Don't you just utterly loathe slang?
Bit I was going to tell you about the lovely letter
she wrote -- that's what attracted me to her at the
first.
"Have you never asked yourself," it began
"'Why was I born?'"
Fancy knowing that about one! If there is one
question I have asked myself thousands and thou-
sands of times it is, "Why was I born?"
And then the letter went on to talk about horo-
scopes and the Inevitable.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: Another chief stalked into the teepee and seated himself. It was Pipe. His
countenance denoted none of the intelligence that made Wingenund's face so
noble; it was even coarser than Half King's, and his eyes, resembling live
coals in the dark; the long, cruel lines of his jaw; the thin, tightly-closed
lips, which looked as if they could relax only to utter a savage command,
expressed fierce cunning and brutality.
"White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian tongue.
"King, I am waiting. Girty is slow, but sure," answered the renegade.
"The eagle sails slowly round and round, up and up," replied Half King, with
majestic gestures, "until his eye sees all, until he knows his time; then he
folds his wings and swoops down from the blue sky like the forked fire. So
The Spirit of the Border |
