| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: "Tell me. Where did they go? Have they a meeting place?"
Despite her fear and incomprehension, Scarlett thought she had
never seen a blanker, more expressionless face than Rhett's but
evidently Melanie saw something else, something that made her give
her trust. She straightened her small body away from the steadying
arm and said quietly but with a voice that shook:
"Out the Decatur road near Shantytown. They meet in the cellar of
the old Sullivan plantation--the one that's half-burned."
"Thank you. I'll ride fast. When the Yankees come here, none of
you know anything."
He was gone so swiftly, his black cape melting into the night, that
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: forcible.
"But, good gracious, Miss Car--Aunt Selina!" I exclaimed, "you
don't think Betty Mercer took those things?"
"No," she said grimly; "I think I probably got up in my sleep and
lighted the fire with them, or sent em out for a walk." Then she
stuffed the bag away and sat up resolutely in bed.
"Have you made up?" she demanded, looking from one to the other
of us. "Bella, don't tell me you still persist in that nonsense."
"What nonsense?" I asked, getting ready to run.
"That you do not love him."
"Him?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: for he who met you (I will requite your kindness by another)
is a robber and a murderer of men. Whatsoever stranger he
meets he entices him hither to death; and as for this bed of
which he speaks, truly it fits all comers, yet none ever rose
alive off it save me.'
'Why?' asked Theseus, astonished.
'Because, if a man be too tall for it, he lops his limbs till
they be short enough, and if he be too short, he stretches
his limbs till they be long enough: but me only he spared,
seven weary years agone; for I alone of all fitted his bed
exactly, so he spared me, and made me his slave. And once I
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