|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
"They're almost up now," Gale was saying. "There! They halt on
top. I see Rojas. He looks wild. By----! fellows, an Indian!
...It's a Papago. Belding's old herder!...The Indian points--
this way--then down. He's showing Rojas the lay of the trail."
"Boys, Yaqui's in range of that bunch," said Jim, swiftly. "He's
raisin' his rifle slow--Lord, how slow he is!...He's covered some
one. Which one I can't say. But I think he'll pick Rojas."
"The Yaqui can shoot. He'll pick Rojas," added Gale, grimly.
"Rojas--yes--yes!" cried Thorne, in passion of suspense.
"Not on your life!" Ladd's voice cut in with scorn. "Gentlemen,
you can gamble Yaqui 'll kill the Papago. That traitor Indian
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
hath no inheritance in Jesse; nevertheless, we are commanded to
do justice unto all, and to fulfil our bond and covenant, as well
to the stranger as to him who is in brotherhood with us.
Wherefore myself, even I myself, will be aiding unto the delivery
of your letter to the man Edgar Ravenswood, trusting that the
issue therof may be your deliverance from the nets in which he
hath sinfully engaged you. And that I may do in this neither
more nor less than hath been warranted by your honourable
parents, I pray you to transcribe, without increment or
subtraction, the letter formerly expeded under the dictation of
your right honourable mother; and I shall put it into such sure
The Bride of Lammermoor
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving:
When the dance was at an end, Ichabod was attracted to a
knot of the sager folks, who, with Old V an Tassel, sat smoking
at one end of the piazza, gossiping over former times, and
drawing out long stories about the war.
This neighborhood, at the time of which I am speaking, was one of
those highly favored places which abound with chronicle and great
men. The British and American line had run near it during the
war; it had, therefore], been the scene of marauding and infested
with refugees, cow-boys, and all kinds of border chivalry. Just
sufficient time had elapsed to enable each story-teller to dress
up his tale with a little becoming fiction, and, in the
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow