| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: himself to be surprised, which he might have prevented; that
now he foresaw he could not stand it, and therefore he would
have me go home, and in the night take away everything I had
in the house of any value, and secure it; and after that, he told
me that if I could get away one hundred or two hundred pounds
in goods out of the shop, I should do it; 'only,' sayshe, 'let me
know nothing of it, neither what you take norwhither you
carry it; for as for me,' says he, 'I am resolved toget out of
this house and be gone; and if you never hear of memore, my
dear,' says he, 'I wish you well; I am only sorry forthe injury
I have done you.' He said some very handsomethings to me
Moll Flanders |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: excitement.
All evening he followed Betty like a shadow. Her kindness may have encouraged
him. She danced often with him end showed a certain preference for his
society. Alice and Lydia were puzzled by Betty's manner. As they were intimate
friends they believed they knew something of her likes and dislikes. Had not
Betty told them she did not care for Mr. Miller? What was the meaning of the
arch glances she bestowed upon him, if she did not care for him? To be sure,
it was nothing wonderful for Betty to smile,--she was always prodigal of her
smiles--but she had never been known to encourage any man. The truth was that
Betty had put her new resolution into effect; to be as merry and charming as
any fancy-free maiden could possibly be, and the farthest removed from a young
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: "Even you," he whispered, "shall not die. Even you He loves. Even you He
will fold in His arms when He takes everything and makes it perfect and
happy."
When the thing had gone he smoothed the leaves of his Bible somewhat
caressingly. The leaves of that book had dropped blood for him once; they
had taken the brightness out of his childhood; from between them had sprung
the visions that had clung about him and made night horrible. Adder-like
thoughts had lifted their heads, had shot out forked tongues at him, asking
mockingly strange, trivial questions that he could not answer, miserable
child:
Why did the women in Mark see only one angel and the women in Luke two?
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