| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: raising her eyes.
"I am afraid I haven't read that, either," was the young
man's rejoinder, laughing a little and blushing.
"I am afraid you'll think I am not very intellectual."
"Reading Mrs. Gore is no proof of intellect. But I like
reading everything about English life--even poor books.
I am so curious about it."
"Aren't ladies always curious?" asked the young man jestingly.
But Bessie Alden appeared to desire to answer his question seriously.
"I don't think so--I don't think we are enough so--that we care
about many things. So it's all the more of a compliment," she added,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: started it all right. And Jim'll love you for it. But I'm responsible to
your mother. Ken, I remember your mother--and you're going back home."
"Dick!"
"You're going back home as fast as I can get you to Holston and put you on
a train, that's all."
"I won't go!" I cried.
Without any more words Dick led me down the street to a rude corral; here
he rapidly saddled and packed his horses. The only time he spoke was when
he asked me where I had tied my mustangs. Soon we were hurrying out through
the slash toward the forest. Dick's troubled face kept down my resentment,
but my heart grew like lead. What an ending to my long-cherished trip to
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Hoping to close the door before that party
In number four should sing that song again--
'They'll soon be lighting candles round a box with silver handles'--
And sure enough, I did. I faced the darkness.
And my eyes were filled with tears. And I was happy.
IX. INTERLUDE
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.
Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
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