| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vailima Prayers & Sabbath Morn by Robert Louis Stevenson: land and innocent people. Help them who this day contend in
disappointment with their frailties. Bless our family, bless our
forest house, bless our island helpers. Thou who hast made for us
this place of ease and hope, accept and inflame our gratitude; help
us to repay, in service one to another, the debt of thine unmerited
benefits and mercies, so that, when the period of our stewardship
draws to a conclusion, when the windows begin to be darkened, when
the bond of the family is to be loosed, there shall be no
bitterness of remorse in our farewells.
Help us to look back on the long way that Thou hast brought us, on
the long days in which we have been served, not according to our
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: yourself an expert in it. But first be sure it's the right
thing."
"But how is one to be sure?"
"By squinting up your eyes so you can see ten years ahead.
If it looks good to you at that distance--better, in fact,
than it does close by--then it's right. I suppose that's
what they call having imagination. I never had any. That's
why I'm still selling goods on the road. To look at you I'd
say you had too much. Maybe I'm wrong. But I never yet saw
a woman with a mouth like yours who was cut out for
business--unless it was your mother--And her eyes were
Fanny Herself |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "I thought you were a gentleman. I have really taken the trouble to defend you
against persons who evidently were not misled as to your real nature. I will
not listen to you," said Betty coldly. She turned away from him, all her
softened feeling changed to scorn.
"You shall listen to me," he whispered as he grasped her wrist and pulled her
backward. All the man's brutal passion had been aroused. The fierce border
blood boiled within his heart. Unmasked he showed himself in his true colors a
frontier desperado. His eyes gleamed dark and lurid beneath his bent brows and
a short, desperate laugh passed his lips.
"I will make you love me, my proud beauty. I shall have you yet, one way or
another."
Betty Zane |
