| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: time to catch the early train. His wounds did not seriously
incapacitate him. Longstreth was with him. And Miss Longstreth
and Ruth Herbert would not be left behind. They were all
leaving Fairdale for ever. Longstreth had turned over the whole
of his property to Morton, who was to divide it as he and his
comrades believed just. Duane had left Fairdale with his party
by night, passed through Sanderson in the early hours of dawn,
and reached Bradford as he had planned.
That fateful morning found Duane outwardly calm, but inwardly
he was in a tumult. He wanted to rush to Val Verde. Would
Captain MacNelly be there with his rangers, as Duane had
The Lone Star Ranger |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: chess-player and an idolater of Shakespeare. He would play chess
with anybody; even with me, and it cost his official dignity
something to do that. Also--quite uninvited--he would read
Shakespeare to me; not just casually, but by the hour, when it
was his watch and I was steering. He read well, but not
profitably for me, because he constantly injected commands into
the text. That broke it all up, mixed it all up, tangled it all
up--to that degree, in fact, that if we were in a risky and
difficult piece of river an ignorant person couldn't have told,
sometimes, which observations were Shakespeare's and which were
Ealer's. For instance:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: increased, because it was a true love. They had tested each other in
what seemed only a short time; and, instinctively, they recognized
that their souls were of a kind whose inexhaustible riches promised
for the future unceasing joys.
Theirs was love in all its artlessness, with its interminable
conversations, unfinished speeches, long silences, oriental reposes,
and oriental ardor. Luigi and Ginevra comprehended love. Love is like
the ocean: seen superficially, or in haste, it is called monotonous by
common souls, whereas some privileged beings can pass their lives in
admiring it, and in finding, ceaselessly, the varying phenomena that
enchant them.
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