|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
and lessening their power."
"What do you mean," said the other, "the check-reins? Oh, ah!
I know that's a hobby of yours; well, the fact is, I like to see my horses
hold their heads up."
"So do I," said master, "as well as any man, but I don't like to see them
held up; that takes all the shine out of it. Now, you are a military man,
Langley, and no doubt like to see your regiment look well on parade,
`heads up', and all that; but you would not take much credit for your drill
if all your men had their heads tied to a backboard! It might not be
much harm on parade, except to worry and fatigue them; but how would it be
in a bayonet charge against the enemy, when they want the free use
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain:
him against the bull again, he couldn't make the trip; he tried to
gallop, under the spur, but soon reeled and tottered and fell, all
in a heap. For a while, that bull-ring was the most thrilling and
glorious and inspiring sight that ever was seen. The bull
absolutely cleared it, and stood there alone! monarch of the place.
The people went mad for pride in him, and joy and delight, and you
couldn't hear yourself think, for the roar and boom and crash of
"Antonio, it carries me clear out of myself just to hear you tell
it; it must have been perfectly splendid. If I live, I'll see a
bull-fight yet before I die. Did they kill him?"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith:
Then she answered firmly, still without turning her head, "No,
Jennie; there won't be time. Carl must get ready to"--
Pop laid his hand on hers.
"There's plinty o' toime, Mary. Ye'll git the ladder behint the
kitchen door, Carl. I hed it ther' mesilf this mornin'."
Carl found the ladder, steadied it against the tree, and guided
Jennie's little feet till they reached the topmost round, holding
on to her skirts so that she should not fall. Above their heads
the branches twined and interlaced, shedding their sweetest
blossoms over their happy upturned faces. The old man's eyes