| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: speaking little over their food; and there at the other the pale Padre,
questioning his visitor about Rachel. The mere name of a street would
bring memories crowding to his lips; and when his guest told him of a new
play he was ready with old quotations from the same author. Alfred de
Vigny they spoke of, and Victor Hugo, whom the Padre disliked. Long after
the dulce, or sweet dish, when it was the custom for the vaqueros and the
rest of the retainers to rise and leave the gente fina to themselves, the
host sat on in the empty hail, fondly talking to his guest of his bygone
Paris and fondly learning of the later Paris that the guest had seen. And
thus the two lingered, exchanging their enthusiasms, while the candles
waned, and the long-haired Indians stood silent behind the chairs.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: Glou. Hearty thanks.
The bounty and the benison of heaven
To boot, and boot!
Enter [Oswald the] Steward.
Osw. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember. The sword is out
That must destroy thee.
Glou. Now let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't.
King Lear |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: wish to say--that--I want to say that my feelings have changed. I am sorry for
what I said over at Lydia's. I spoke hastily and rudely. You have saved my
brother's life. I will be forever grateful to you. It is useless to try to
thank you. I--I hope we may be friends."
Alfred found it desperately hard to resist that low voice, and those dark eyes
which were raised shyly, yet bravely, to his. But he had been deeply hurt. He
pretended not to see the friendly hand held out to him, and his voice was cold
when he answered her.
"I am glad to have been of some service," he said, "but I think you overrate
my action. Your brother would not have drowned, I am sure. You owe me nothing.
Good-night."
Betty Zane |
