| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: first youth, trembling from the memory. "I'll be mentally scarred
by it for the rest of my life."
"It was great!" said the second youth. "I think it's the best thing
that ever happened to me. What a fun time. I'm so glad I was there."
* The events we experience are less important than the meaning we
give to them, for life is about meaning, not experience.
In Defeat There Is Victory
Once upon a time, among the infinite events which pass daily in this
world, a man took his son and daughter to the racetrack to watch the
horses run. After several races, the man announced that he would
place a bet. "We want to play, too!" his children cried excitedly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: good looks, his correct dress, his ease of manner. Lyman shook
hands all around, keeping up a flow of small talk, finding a new
phrase for each member, complimenting Osterman, whom he already
knew, upon his talent for organisation, recalling a mutual
acquaintance to the mind of old Broderson. At length, however,
he sat down at the end of the table, opposite his brother. There
was a silence.
Magnus rose to recapitulate the reasons for the extra session of
the Committee, stating again that the Board of Railway
Commissioners which they--the ranchers--had succeeded in seating
had at length issued the new schedule of reduced rates, and that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: looking at the strange forms of foreign fruit exposed
at the shop-doors, and finding in them some fleeting
recurrence of the hint that travel was what he needed.
Then he stopped, to look through the railings and open
gateway at an enclosure on the left, and the substantial,
heavily-respectable group of early Victorian buildings beyond.
Some well-dressed men were standing talking in one of
the porches. The stiff yellowish-stucco pilasters of
this entrance, and the tall uniformed figure of the porter
in the shadow, came into the picture as he observed it;
they gave forth a suggestion of satisfied smugness--of
The Market-Place |
