| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: the grass where he stood, I wandered to the foot of the church path
and gazed up the hill as though I waited for the coming of one whom
I should meet.
'What if they were all dead, what if SHE were dead and gone?' I
buried my face in my hands and prayed to the Almighty who had
protected me through so many years, to spare me this last
bitterness. I was crushed with sorrow, and I felt that I could
bear no more. If Lily were lost to me also, then I thought that it
would be best that I should die, since there was nothing left for
which I cared to live.
Thus I prayed for some while, trembling like a leaf, and when I
Montezuma's Daughter |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: stupidly, shufflingly, advancing not a step.
Sometimes Sophy, the clear-eyed, seeing this state of affairs,
tried to stop it.
"You expect too much of your husband and children," she said
one day, bluntly, to her sister.
"I!" Flora's dimpled hand had flown to her breast like a
wounded thing. "I! You're crazy! There isn't a more devoted
wife and mother in the world. That's the trouble. I love them
too much."
"Well, then," grimly, "stop it for a change. That's half
Eugene's nervousness--your fussing over him. He's eighteen.
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: "Two hundred and--hic!--fifty," Bill finally announced, "but we
reckon as we won't sell."
"Which is monstrous wise if I might chip in my little say,"
seconded Bidwell.
"Yes, indeedy," added Kink. "We ain't in no charity business a-
disgorgin' free an' generous to Swedes an' white men."
"Ay tank we haf another drink," hiccoughed Ans Handerson, craftily
changing the subject against a more propitious time.
And thereafter, to bring about that propitious time, his own sack
began to see-saw between his hip pocket and the scales. Bill and
Kink were coy, but they finally yielded to his blandishments.
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