|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London:
though when the man or woman died or was eaten the
survivor invariably found a new mate.
There was one thing that greatly puzzled me during the
first days of my residence in the horde. There was a
nameless and incommunicable fear that rested upon all.
At first it appeared to be connected wholly with
direction. The horde feared the northeast. It lived
in perpetual apprehension of that quarter of the
compass. And every individual gazed more frequently
and with greater alarm in that direction than in any
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister:
night thinking young John over.
But I did not go to sleep smiling; listening to the "Ode for the
Daughters of Dixie" had been an ordeal too truly painful, because it
disclosed live feelings which I had thought were dead, or rather, it
disclosed that those feelings smouldered in the young as well as in the
old. Doctor Beaugarcon didn't have them--he had fought them out, just as
Mr. Braintree had fought them out; and Mrs. Braintree, like Juno,
retained them, because she hadn't fought them out; and John Mayrant
didn't have them, because he had been to other places; and I didn't have
them--never had had them in my life, because I came into the world when
it was all over. Why then--Stop, I told myself, growing very wakeful, and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
was, seized me with iron hands. I was buried, almost smothered, in the
dusty mass. My captor began to curse cheerfully, and I knew then that
Herky-Jerky had made me a prisoner.
XV. THE FIGHT
Herky hauled me out of the brush, and held me in the light. The others
scrambled from under the remains of the loft, and all viewed me curiously.
"Kid, you ain't hurt much?" queried Buell, with concern.
I would have snapped out a reply, but I caught sight of Dick's pale face
and anxious eyes.
"Ken," he called, with both gladness and doubt in his voice, "you look
pretty good--but that blood. . . . Tell me, quick!"
The Young Forester