| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: up to dry," he added moodily.
He took in the room with deliberate insolence while
the old woman stood awkwardly watching him, shifting
her position uneasily from one foot to the other.
In all his miserable life in New York he could not
recall a room more bare of comforts. The rough logs
were chinked with pieces of wood and daubed with red
clay. The door was made of rough boards, the ceiling
of hewn logs with split slabs laid across them. An
old-fashioned, tall spinning wheel, dirty and unused,
sat in the corner. A rough pine table was in the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: traditions of the past, to break which were impious as well as sad.
The golden age, that time when each man himself was young, has
lingered on in the lands where it is always morning, and where man
has never passed to his prosaic noon. Befitting the place is the
mind we find there. As its language so clearly shows, it still is in
that early impersonal state to which we all awake first before we
become aware of that something we later know so well as self.
Particularly potent with these people is their language, for a
reason that also lends it additional interest to us,--because it is
their own. Among the mass of foreign thought the Japanese
imitativeness has caused the nation to adopt, here is one thing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs: bring you out--do you understand?"
Professor Maxon smiled wanly. He knew that his
daughter was equal to her threat.
"All right, sweetheart, I'll be through by noon for
sure--by noon for sure. Run along and play now, like a
good little girl."
Virginia Maxon shrugged her shapely shoulders and shook
her head hopelessly at the forbidding panels of the door.
"My dolls are all dressed for the day," she cried,
"and I'm tired of making mud pies--I want you to come out
and play with me." But Professor Maxon did not reply--
The Monster Men |
