| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Your wife, the tender, kind, and gay,
Donned her long gauntlets, caught the spud,
And bathed in vegetable blood;
And the long massacre now at end,
See! where the lazy coils ascend,
See, where the bonfire sputters red
At even, for the innocent dead.
Why prate of peace? when, warriors all,
We clank in harness into hall,
And ever bare upon the board
Lies the necessary sword.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: could reload in safety, and gave the word. The medicine-man
dropped. For a moment there was silence, then a wild howl went up
and a flight of bone arrows fell short.
"I'd like to take a look at the beggar," Bill remarked, throwing a
fresh shell into place. "I'll swear I drilled him clean between
the eyes."
"Didn't work." Stockard shook his head gloomily. Baptiste had
evidently quelled the more warlike of his followers, and instead
of precipitating an attack in the bright light of day, the shot
had caused a hasty exodus, the Indians drawing out of the village
beyond the zone of fire.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: I thought you were scared. I was sure you'd forget.'
Anna spoke wistfully.
`It must make you very happy, Jim, to have fine thoughts like that
in your mind all the time, and to have words to put them in.
I always wanted to go to school, you know.'
`Oh, I just sat there and wished my papa could hear you! Jim'--Antonia took
hold of my coat lapels--'there was something in your speech that made me
think so about my papa!'
`I thought about your papa when I wrote my speech, Tony,' I said.
`I dedicated it to him.'
She threw her arms around me, and her dear face was all wet with tears.
My Antonia |
