|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott:
into the apartment of death, where, as their guide
pointed with solemn air to the untimely bier of
Athelstane, they followed his example in devoutly
crossing themselves, and muttering a brief prayer
for the weal of the departed soul.
This act of pious charity performed, Cedric again
motioned them to follow him, gliding over the
stone floor with a noiseless tread; and, after ascending
a few steps, opened with great caution the door
of a small oratory, which adjoined to the chapel.
It was about eight feet square, hollowed, like the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy:
"Now then, Sally, me girl, now then!" he said, trying to force
a frown upon his good-humoured face, "stop that fooling with them
young jackanapes and get on with the work."
"The work's gettin' on all ri', father."
But Mr. Jellyband was peremptory. He had other views for his buxom
daughter, his only child, who would in God's good time become the owner
of "The Fisherman's Rest," than to see her married to one of these
young fellows who earned but a precarious livelihood with their net.
"Did ye hear me speak, me girl?" he said in that quiet tone,
which no one inside the inn dared to disobey. "Get on with my Lord
Tony's supper, for, if it ain't the best we can do, and `e not
The Scarlet Pimpernel
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
"Never mind me. See here; don't you admire her?"
"Why--why, yes," stammered Jim, flushing a dark, guilty red at the direct
question. "Who could help admiring her?"
"That's what I thought. And I know she admires you for qualities which I lack.
Nell's like a tender vine just beginning to creep around and cling to
something strong. She cares for me; but her love is like the vine. It may hurt
her a little to tear that love away, but it won't kill her; and in the end it
will be best for her. You need a good wife. What could I do with a woman? Go
in and win her, Jim."
"Joe, you're sacrificing yourself again for me," cried Jim, white to the lips.
"It's wrong to yourself and wrong to her. I tell you---"
The Spirit of the Border