| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: to conceive,--to send me off a lost soul, a beast, to the rest of their
Comus rout.
I looked round for some weapon. Nothing. Then with an inspiration I
turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and tore
away the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood,
and projecting, gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon.
I heard a step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and found
Montgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door!
I raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face;
but he sprang back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled,
round the corner of the house. "Prendick, man!" I heard his
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: truth--against which all seekers sooner or later stumble--that
our great creative Mother, while she amuses us with apparently
working in the broadest sunshine, is yet severely careful to keep
her own secrets, and, in spite of her pretended openness, shows
us nothing but results. She permits us, indeed, to mar, but
seldom to mend, and, like a jealous patentee, on no account to
make. Now, however, Aylmer resumed these half-forgotten
investigations; not, of course, with such hopes or wishes as
first suggested them; but because they involved much
physiological truth and lay in the path of his proposed scheme
for the treatment of Georgiana.
Mosses From An Old Manse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: mother and his sister Elsie."
Beaming his pleasure, Belding shook hands with the ladies, who
showed their agitation clearly.
"Mr. Belding, I've come west to look up my lost son," said Mr. Gale.
"His sister's letters were unanswered. We haven't heard from him
in months. Is he still here with you?"
"Well, now, sure I'm awful sorry," began Belding, his slow mind
at work. "Dick's away just now--been away for a considerable
spell. I'm expecting him back any day....Won't you come in? You're
all dusty and hot and tired. Come in, and let mother and Nell make
you comfortable. Of course you'll stay. We've a big house. You
Desert Gold |
