| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: requisite; and for the future there will be no need for an actual
blow, the mere sight of some one coming up behind will suffice to make
him leap. As soon as he is accustomed to leap in this way you may
mount him and put him first at smaller and then at larger trenches. At
the moment of the spring be ready to apply the spur; and so too, when
training him to leap up and leap down, you should touch him with the
spur at the critical instant. In the effort to perform any of these
actions with the whole body, the horse will certainly perform them
with more safety to himself and to his rider than he will, if his
hind-quarters lag, in taking a ditch or fence, or in making an upward
spring or downward jump.[4]
On Horsemanship |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: Eleanor laughed indulgently, and acquainted Carley with a record of her
social wanderings during the last few days.
"The same old things-over and over again! Eleanor don't you get sick of
it?" queried Carley.
"Oh yes, to tell the truth," returned Eleanor, thoughtfully. "But there's
nothing else to do."
"Eleanor, I'm no better than you," said Carley, with disdain. "I'm as
useless and idle. But I'm beginning to see myself--and you--and all this
rotten crowd of ours. We're no good. But you're married, Eleanor. You're
settled in life. You ought to do something. I'm single and at loose ends.
Oh, I'm in revolt! . . . Think, Eleanor, just think. Your husband works
The Call of the Canyon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: foot I was clothed, though when I fell unconscious at the
little doorway I had been naked. Before me was a small
patch of moonlit sky which showed through a ragged aperture.
As my hands passed over my body they came in contact
with pockets and in one of these a small parcel of matches
wrapped in oiled paper. One of these matches I struck, and
its dim flame lighted up what appeared to be a huge cave,
toward the back of which I discovered a strange, still figure
huddled over a tiny bench. As I approached it I saw that it
was the dead and mummified remains of a little old woman
with long black hair, and the thing it leaned over was a small
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