|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain:
the robbers' faces, nor heard their natural voices, nor had any idea
who they might be? Nevertheless, I WAS sure--quite sure, quite confident.
I had a clue--a clue which you would not have valued--a clue which would
not have greatly helped even a detective, since he would lack the secret
of how to apply it. I shall come to that, presently--you shall see.
Let us go on, now, taking things in their due order. There was one
circumstance which gave me a slant in a definite direction to begin with:
Those two robbers were manifestly soldiers in tramp disguise; and not
new to military service, but old in it--regulars, perhaps; they did
not acquire their soldierly attitude, gestures, carriage, in a day,
nor a month, nor yet in a year. So I thought, but said nothing.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells:
occasions as this are depicted in terms of hysteria. Captains
save their ships engineers complete their bridges, generals
conduct their battles, in a state of dancing excitement, foaming
recondite technicalities at the lips. I suppose that sort of
thing works up the reader, but so far as it professes to
represent reality, I am convinced it is all childish nonsense.
schoolboys of fifteen, girls of eighteen, and literary men all
their lives, may have these squealing fits, but my own experience
is that most exciting scenes are not exciting, and most of the
urgent moments in life are met by steady-headed men.
Neither I nor my uncle spent the night in ejaculations, nor in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
to death. I was an old woman. But that cold knife-blade made me jump."
I glanced round the camp for the Mexican and Bud and the fifth man, but
they were gone. Bill varied his occupation of the moment by kneading
biscuit dough in a basin. Then there came such a severe pain in my head
that I went blind for a little while. "What's the matter with my head?
Who hit me?" I cried.
"Bud slugged you with the butt of his pistol," said Dick. "And, Ken, I
think you saved me from being knifed by the Greaser. You twisted his arm
half off. He cursed all night. . . . Ha! there he comes now with your
Sure enough, the Mexican appeared on the trail, leading my horses. I was so
The Young Forester