| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rinkitink In Oz by L. Frank Baum: carrying their victims to the boats, tossing them in as
unceremoniously as if they had been bales of
merchandise.
The King looked around for his son Inga, but failed
to find the boy among the prisoners. Nor was the fat
King, Rinkitink, to be seen anywhere about.
The warriors were swarming over the palace like bees
in a hive, seeking anyone who might be in hiding, and
after the search had been prolonged for some time the
leader asked impatiently: "Do you find anyone else?"
"No," his men told him. "We have captured them all."
Rinkitink In Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: anticipated danger from that direction, but he must not turn. A second there
might be fatal. He backed defiantly along the rock until he gained its outer
edge. But too late! The Indians glided before him, now behind him; he was
surrounded. He turned around and around, with the ever-circling rifle whirling
in the faces of the baffled foe.
Once opposite the lane leading from the glade he changed his tactics, and
plunged with fierce impetuosity into the midst of the painted throng. Then
began a fearful conflict. The Indians fell before the sweep of his powerful
arms; but grappled with him from the ground. He literally plowed his way
through the struggling mass, warding off an hundred vicious blows. Savage
after savage he flung off, until at last he had a clear path before him.
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honore de Balzac: stepping. Above a chest of drawers in rosewood hung a portrait done in
pastel,--Molineux in his youth. There were also books, tables covered
with shabby green bandboxes, on a bracket a number of his deceased
canaries stuffed; and, finally, a chilly bed that might formerly have
belonged to a Carmelite.
*****
Cesar Birotteau was delighted with the extreme politeness of Molineux,
whom he found wrapped in a gray woollen dressing-gown, watching his
milk in a little metal heater on the edge of his fireplace, while his
coffee-grounds were boiling in a little brown earthenware jug from
which, every now and then, he poured a few drops into his coffee-pot.
Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau |
