| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: Anyway, when the sheriff set fire to an old adobe hut Stewart
called him an' called him hard. Pat Hawe hed six fellers with
him, an' from all appearances bandit-huntin' was some fiesta.
There was a row, an 'it looked bad fer a little. But Gene was
cool, an' he controlled the boys. Then Pat an' his tough
de-pooties went on huntin'. That huntin', Miss Majesty, petered
out into what was only a farce. I reckon Pat could hev kept on
foolin' me an' the boys, but as soon as Stewart showed up on the
scene--wal, either Pat got to blunderin' or else we-all shed our
blinders. Anyway, the facts stood plain. Pat Hawe wasn't lookin'
hard fer any bandits; he wasn't daid set huntin' anythin', unless
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: threw a haggard light along the pause.
As she spoke, the whole odiousness of the scene rushed over
him. "Of course I shall say nothing...you know that..." He
leaned to her and laid his hand on hers. "You know I
wouldn't for the world..."
She drew back and hid her face with a sob. Then she sank
again into her seat, stretched her arms across the table and
laid her face upon them. He sat still, overwhelmed with
compunction. After a long interval, in which he had
painfully measured the seconds by her hard-drawn breathing,
she looked up at him with a face washed clear of bitterness.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: have restored us to the condition of men again."
"Do not put yourselves to the trouble of thanking me," said the
wise king. "I fear I have done but little for you."
To say the truth, there was a suspicious kind of a grunt in
their voices, and, for a long time afterwards, they spoke
gruffly, and were apt to set up a squeal.
"It must depend on your own future behavior," added Ulysses,
"whether you do not find your way back to the sty."
At this moment, the note of a bird sounded from the branch of a
neighboring tree.
"Peep, peep, pe--wee--e!"
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