| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: violently.
"Put it round my waist, of course," I answered, amazed to hear his
teeth chattering.
"Cursed gold!" he muttered. "The weight of the money might have
cost you your life, perhaps." He shuddered. "There is no time to
talk about that now."
"I am ready."
"Not yet. I am waiting for that squall to come over," he muttered.
And a few leaden minutes passed.
The squall came over at last. Our pursuer, overtaken by a sort of
murky whirlwind, disappeared from our sight. The Tremolino
The Mirror of the Sea |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: Here it was a narrow stream, hardly fifty feet wide, shallow, and full of
stones over which the clear brown water rushed noisily.
"Is it not rather risky going down there?" asked Alfred as he noticed the
swift current and the numerous boulders poking treacherous heads just above
the water.
"Of course. That is the great pleasure in canoeing," said Betty, calmly. "If
you would rather walk--"
"No, I'll go if I drown. I was thinking of you."
"It is safe enough if you can handle a paddle," said Betty, with a smile at
his hesitation. "And, of course, if your partner in the canoe sits trim."
"Perhaps you had better allow me to use the paddle. Where did you learn to
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving: sable clouds, and the golden- winged woodpecker with his crimson
crest, his broad black gorget, and splendid plumage; and the
cedar-bird, with its red tipt wings and yellow-tipt tail and its
little monteiro cap of feathers; and the blue jay, that noisy
coxcomb, in his gay light blue coat and white underclothes,
screaming and chattering, nodding and bobbing and bowing, and
pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove.
As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to
every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the
treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of
apples: some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow |
