| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: door, and kept out all the air they possibly could, so that, on the
whole, everything was done that could be expected.
Poor Cassy! when she recovered, turned her face to the wall,
and wept and sobbed like a child,--perhaps, mother, you can
tell what she was thinking of! Perhaps you cannot,--but she felt
as sure, in that hour, that God had had mercy on her, and that she
should see her daughter,--as she did, months afterwards,--when--but
we anticipate.
CHAPTER XLIII
Results
The rest of our story is soon told. George Shelby, interested,
Uncle Tom's Cabin |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: who had forced his messenger to eat the King's message,
and who had turned his victory to defeat at Lewes,
was within reach of the army of De Montfort.
Norman of Torn loved to fight, but he was no fool,
and so he did not relish pitting his thousand upon an
open plain against twenty thousand within a walled
fortress.
No, he would see Bertrade de Montfort that night
and before dawn his rough band would be far on the
road toward Torn. The risk was great to enter the
castle, filled as it was with his mighty enemies. But if
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: corrugate as under some carking care or devouring sorrow. We had watched his
thick, black hair thin and silver as green grain under brazen skies and
parching drought. Who can forget, in the midst of the hilarious scenes he
toward the last sought with greater and greater avidity--who can forget, I
say, the deep abstractions and black moods into which he fell? At such times,
when the fun rippled and soared from height to height, suddenly, without rhyme
or reason, his eyes would turn lacklustre, his brows knit, as with clenched
hands and face overshot with spasms of mental pain he wrestled on the edge of
the abyss with some unknown danger.
He never spoke of his trouble, nor were we indiscreet enough to ask. But it
was just as well; for had we, and had he spoken, our help and strength could
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