| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: characters it could not be otherwise. The terrible thing that
Duane sensed was this. The valley was beautiful, sunny,
fragrant, a place to dream in; the mountaintops were always
blue or gold rimmed, the yellow river slid slowly and
majestically by, the birds sang in the cottonwoods, the horses
grazed and pranced, children played and women longed for love,
freedom, happiness; the outlaws rode in and out, free with
money and speech; they lived comfortably in their adobe homes,
smoked, gambled, talked, laughed, whiled away the idle
hours--and all the time life there was wrong, and the simplest
moment might be precipitated by that evil into the most awful
The Lone Star Ranger |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: moods of rage. At times he startled even himself and sent the
lesser creatures of the wild jungle scampering to their hiding
places as involuntary roars and growls rumbled from his throat.
Could he but lay his hand upon the Russian!
Twice upon the way to the coast bellicose natives ran
threateningly from their villages to bar his further progress,
but when the awful cry of the bull-ape thundered upon their
affrighted ears, and the great white giant charged bellowing
upon them, they had turned and fled into the bush, nor ventured
thence until he had safely passed.
Though his progress seemed tantalizingly slow to the ape-man
The Beasts of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: is the best. But if you have only one, do not trust even that to
light your fire directly. Use it first to touch off a roll of
birch-bark which you hold in your hand. Then, when the bark is well
alight, crinkling and curling, push it under the heap of kindlings,
give the flame time to take a good hold, and lay your wood over it,
a stick at a time, until the whole pile is blazing. Now your fire
is started. Your friendly little red-haired gnome is ready to serve
you through the night.
He will dry your clothes if you are wet. He will cheer you up if
you are despondent. He will diffuse an air of sociability through
the camp, and draw the men together in a half circle for
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