| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: was fighting because he loved to kill.
Silas Zane heard the increasing clamor outside and knew that hundreds of
Indians were being drawn to the spot. Something must be done at once. He
looked around and his eyes fell on a pile of white-oak logs that had been
hauled inside the Fort. They had been placed there by Col. Zane, with wise
forethought. Silas grabbed Clarke and pulled him toward the pile of logs, at
the same time communicating his plan. Together they carried a log to the fence
and dropped it in front of the hole. Wetzel immediately stepped on it and took
a vicious swing at an Indian who was trying to poke his rifle sideways through
the hole. This Indian had discharged his weapon twice. While Wetzel held the
Indians at bay, Silas and Clarke piled the logs one upon another, until the
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: child; I am surprised at you. It is all very well to have ideals and
theories; but you know as well as any one can that they must not be carried
into the practical world. I love you. I do not pretend that it is in any
high, superhuman sense; I do not say that I should like you as well if you
were ugly and deformed, or that I should continue to prize you whatever
your treatment of me might be, or to love you though you were a spirit
without any body at all. That is sentimentality for beardless boys. Every
one not a mere child (and you are not a child, except in years) knows what
love between a man and a woman means. I love you with that love. I should
not have believed it possible that I could have brought myself twice to ask
of any woman to be my wife, more especially one without wealth, without
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: "And who is only too well aware of it!" replied her companion aloud--
who was very plain.
After walking all round the arcades, the young man looked by turns at
the sky and at his watch, and with a shrug of impatience went into a
tobacconist's shop, lighted a cigar, and placed himself in front of a
looking-glass to glance at his costume, which was rather more ornate
than the rules of French taste allow. He pulled down his collar and
his black velvet waistcoat, over which hung many festoons of the thick
gold chain that is made at Venice; then, having arranged the folds of
his cloak by a single jerk of his left shoulder, draping it gracefully
so as to show the velvet lining, he started again on parade,
Gambara |
