|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey:
sand-strewn floor. Once he awoke and it was still day, for his eyes
quickly shut upon the glare. He lay sweltering till once more slumber
claimed him.The dog awakened him, with cold nose and low whine. Another
twilight had fallen. Hare crawled out, stiff and sore, hungry and
parching with thirst. He made an attempt to eat, but it was a failure.
There was a dry burning in his throat, a dizzy feeling in his brain, and
there were red flashes before his eyes. Wolf refused meat, and Silver-
mane turned from the grain, and lowered his head to munch a few blades of
Then the journey began, and the night fell black. A cool wind blew from
the west, the white stars blinked, the weird moon rose with its ghastly
The Heritage of the Desert
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James:
He did not thank his companion even with a glance. "My eyes
are open, though," he said, "so far as that you have practically told
me that your family and your friends will turn up their noses at me.
I have never thought much about the reasons that make it proper for
people to turn up their noses, and so I can only decide the question
off-hand. Looking at it in that way I can't see anything in it.
I simply think, if you want to know, that I'm as good as the best.
Who the best are, I don't pretend to say. I have never thought much
about that either. To tell the truth, I have always had rather
a good opinion of myself; a man who is successful can't help it.
But I will admit that I was conceited. What I don't say yes to is that I
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac:
haunted him, he sat down to table again, and with his companions drank
immoderately. The whole party went early to bed, half drunk.
"In the middle of the night the hapless Bega was aroused by the sharp
rattle of the curtain rings pulled violently along the rods. He sat up
in bed, in the mechanical trepidation which we all feel on waking with
such a start. He saw standing before him a Spaniard wrapped in a
cloak, who fixed on him the same burning gaze that he had seen through
"Bega shouted out, 'Help, help, come at once, friends!' But the
Spaniard answered his cry of distress with a bitter laugh.--'Opium
grows for all!' said he.
The Muse of the Department