| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: moving. "It is such a terrible thing to be a woman, to be able to do
nothing and say nothing!"
The woman put her hand on her shoulder; the younger woman looked up into
her face; then the elder turned away and stood looking into the fire.
There was such quiet, you could hear the clock tick above the writing-
table.
The woman said: "There is one thing I can do for you. I do not know if it
will be of any use--I will do it." She turned away.
"Oh, you are so great and good, so beautiful, so different from other
women, who are always thinking only of themselves! Thank you so much. I
know I can trust you. I couldn't have told my mother, or any one but you."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: teepee stood. McKee and Elliott were sitting on a log. Simon Girty stood
beside them, his hard, keen, roving eyes on the scene. The missionary was
impressed by the white leader. There was a difference in his aspect, a wilder
look than the others wore, as if the man had suddenly awakened to the fury of
his Indians. Nevertheless the young man went straight toward him.
"Girty, I come---"
"Git out! You meddlin' preacher!" yelled the renegade, shaking his fist at
Jim.
Simon Girty was drunk.
Jim turned from the white fiends. He knew his life to them was not worth a
pinch of powder.
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: in from the northwest, the course of the main stream having now
changed to northeast by southwest. The water was quite free from
reptiles, and the vegetation upon the banks of the river had
altered to more open and parklike forest, with eucalyptus and
acacia mingled with a scattering of tree ferns, as though two
distinct periods of geologic time had overlapped and merged.
The grass, too, was less flowering, though there were still
gorgeous patches mottling the greensward; and lastly, the fauna
was less multitudinous.
Six or seven miles farther, and the river widened considerably;
before us opened an expanse of water to the farther horizon, and
The Land that Time Forgot |
