| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "He's dangerous only like a moccasin snake that hides in the grass."
"Am I an right? Do I look mussed or--or excited--or anything?" asked Betty.
Lewis smiled as she turned round for his benefit. Her hair was a little awry
and the lace at her neck disarranged. The natural bloom had not quite returned
to her cheeks. With a look in his eyes that would have mystified Betty for
many a day had she but seen it he ran his gaze over the dainty figure. Then
reassuring her that she looked as well as ever, he led her into the
dance-room.
"So this is Betty Zane. Dear child, kiss me," said Grandmother Watkins when
Wetzel had brought Betty up to her. "Now, let me get a good look at you. Well,
well, you are a true Zane. Black hair and eyes; all fire and pride. Child, I
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery: have put her feelings on the matter into just such clear definition.
But she thought that if Gilbert had ever walked home with her
from the train, over the crisp fields and along the ferny byways,
they might have had many and merry and interesting conversations
about the new world that was opening around them and their hopes
and ambitions therein. Gilbert was a clever young fellow, with
his own thoughts about things and a determination to get the best
out of life and put the best into it. Ruby Gillis told Jane Andrews
that she didn't understand half the things Gilbert Blythe said;
he talked just like Anne Shirley did when she had a thoughtful fit
on and for her part she didn't think it any fun to be bothering about
Anne of Green Gables |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe: tance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible
from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way
through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently
distinct the more prominent objects around; the eye, however,
struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or
the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies
hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse,
comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical
instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality
to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and
The Fall of the House of Usher |
