| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: both times. Then one night the Thorwald woman came in, looking
like a ghost, and admitted that Hines had been hiding in the
mountains since Henry's death, that he insisted he had killed him,
and that he blamed Jud Clark for that, and for all the rest of his
troubles. She was afraid he would kill Clark. The three of us,
the two men at the ranch and myself, prepared to go into the
mountains and hunt for him, before he got snowed in.
"Then came the shooting at the Clark place, and I rode over that
night in a howling storm and helped the coroner and a Norada doctor
in the examination. All the evidence was against Clark, especially
his running away. But I happened on Hattie Thorwald outside on a
The Breaking Point |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: one side, and taking him by the button-hole gave him to understand
that the king desired he should die. He tried to resist, supplicating
and supplicating to escape, but in no way could he obtain a hearing.
He was delicately strangled between the head and shoulders, so that he
expired; and, three hours afterwards, Tristan told the king that he
was discharged. It happened five days afterwards, which is the space
in which souls come back again, that the monk came into the room where
the king was, and when he saw him he was much astonished. Tristan was
present: the king called him, and whispered into his ear--
"You have not done that which I told you to."
"Saving your Grace I have done it. Turpenay is dead."
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: At night I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.
And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.
All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room beside the pier,
A Child's Garden of Verses |
