| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: chisel convulsively in his hand.
"This," said the old woman, "/this/, Brigaut: they want to open the
body of my child and cut into her head, and stab her heart after her
death as they did when she was living."
"Who?" said Brigaut, in a voice that might have deafened the men of
law.
"The Rogrons."
"In the sacred name of God!--"
"Stop, Brigaut," said Monsieur Auffray, seeing the lad brandish his
chisel.
"Monsieur Auffray," said Brigaut, as white as his dead companion, "I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: The first thing I did--and I remember it to this day with
pleasure--was to plunge my hand into my pocket, take out half of
all the money I had in the world, and press it on the man who had
fought for me so stoutly. In my joy I could have kissed him! It
was not only that I had escaped defeat by the skin of my teeth--
and his good sword; but I knew, and felt, and thrilled with the
knowledge, that the fight had, in a sense, redeemed my character.
He was wounded in two places, and I had a scratch or two, and had
lost my horse; and my other poor fellow was dead as a herring.
But, speaking for myself, I would have spent half the blood in my
body to purchase the feeling with which I turned back to speak to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Momaya drew herself to safety among the leafy branches and
thanked the foresight which had prompted her to bring along
the dried human ear which hung from a cord about her neck.
She always had known that that ear was good medicine.
It had been given her, when a girl, by the witch-doctor
of her town tribe, and was nothing like the poor,
weak medicine of Mbonga's witch-doctor.
All night Momaya clung to her perch, for although the
lion sought other prey after a short time, she dared
not descend into the darkness again, for fear she might
encounter him or another of his kind; but at daylight
The Jungle Tales of Tarzan |
