| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: her heart the love of him was troubled by that cold pang of
loneliness which had crept upon her like a tide as the day drew
near. None of her own people were waiting in that distant town to
see her become his bride. Friendly faces she might pass on the
way; but all of them new friends, made in this wild country: not
a face of her childhood would smile upon her; and deep within
her, a voice cried for the mother who was far away in Vermont.
That she would see Mrs. Taylor's kind face at her wedding was no
comfort now.
There lay the town in the splendor of Wyoming space. Around it
spread the watered fields, westward for a little way, eastward to
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: at her freed life in that earnest land where souls forget to
hunger or to hope, and learn to be. And so thinking, the
certainty of her aim and work and love yonder comes with a new,
vital reality, beside which the story of the yet living men and
women of whom I have told you grows vague and incomplete, like
unguessed riddles. I have no key to solve them with,--no right
to solve them.
My story is but a mere groping hint? It lacks determined truth,
a certain yea and nay? It has no conduit of God's justice running
through it, awarding apparent good and ill? I know: it is a
story of To-Day. The Old Year is on us yet. Poor old Knowles
Margret Howth: A Story of To-day |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: Whos name if I schal specefie,
He hihte Pope Nicolas.
And thus whan that he passed was, 2810
The Cardinals, that wolden save
The forme of lawe, in the conclave
Gon forto chese a newe Pope,
And after that thei cowthe agrope
Hath ech of hem seid his entente:
Til ate laste thei assente
Upon an holy clerk reclus,
Which full was of gostli vertus;
Confessio Amantis |
