| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: the poor puddler. He laid it down, hiding his face again in his
hands.
"Hugh, don't be angry wud me! It's only poor Deb,--hur knows?"
He took the long skinny fingers kindly in his.
"Angry? God help me, no! Let me sleep. I am tired."
He threw himself heavily down on the wooden bench, stunned with
pain and weariness. She brought some old rags to cover him.
It was late on Sunday evening before he awoke. I tell God's
truth, when I say he had then no thought of keeping this money.
Deborah had hid it in his pocket. He found it there. She
watched him eagerly, as he took it out.
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs: enrage him as, with demoniacal roars, he sprang upon the
hapless man he had singled out for his prey. Scarcely pausing
in his charge he seized the fellow by the shoulder and, turning
quickly at right angles, leaped into the concealing foliage
that flanked the trail, and was gone, bearing his victim with
him.
So quickly had the whole occurrence transpired that the
formation of the little party was scarcely altered. There had
been no opportunity for flight, even if it had been contem-
plated; and now that the lion was gone with his prey the men
made no move to pursue him. They paused only long enough
Tarzan the Untamed |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: with one of those characteristic British faces that, once seen,
are never remembered; and her husband, a red-cheeked,
white-whiskered creature who, like so many of his class,
was under the impression that inordinate joviality can atone for
an entire lack of ideas.
He was rather sorry he had come, till Lady Narborough,
looking at the great ormolu gilt clock that sprawled in gaudy
curves on the mauve-draped mantelshelf, exclaimed: "How horrid
of Henry Wotton to be so late! I sent round to him this morning
on chance and he promised faithfully not to disappoint me."
It was some consolation that Harry was to be there, and when the door opened
The Picture of Dorian Gray |
