| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Coxon Fund by Henry James: her husband to carry him bodily to his room. Just recently he had
been so wise and so deep and so high that I had begun to get
nervous--to wonder if by chance there were something behind it, if
he were kept straight for instance by the knowledge that the hated
Pudneys would have more to tell us if they chose. He was lying
low, but unfortunately it was common wisdom with us in this
connexion that the biggest splashes took place in the quietest
pools. We should have had a merry life indeed if all the splashes
had sprinkled us as refreshingly as the waters we were even then to
feel about our ears. Kent Mulville had been up to his room, but
had come back with a face that told as few tales as I had seen it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: had sprung up, without apparent reason. But such undercurrents still
existed among the people and gathered new forces ready to manifest
themselves just as strangely, unexpectedly, and at the same time
simply, naturally, and forcibly. Now in 1812, to anyone living in
close touch with these people it was apparent that these undercurrents
were acting strongly and nearing an eruption.
Alpatych, who had reached Bogucharovo shortly before the old
prince's death, noticed an agitation among the peasants, and that
contrary to what was happening in the Bald Hills district, where
over a radius of forty miles all the peasants were moving away and
leaving their villages to be devastated by the Cossacks, the
War and Peace |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: cautious steps. His garish, befrilled costume seemed familiar to Joe. He
carried a rifle at a low trail, and passed slowly ahead with evident distrust.
The lad believed he recognized that head, with its tangled black hair, and
when he saw the swarthy, villainous countenance turned full toward him, he
exclaimed:
"Girty! by---"
Wetzel's powerful arm forced him so hard against the log that he could not
complete the exclamation; but he could still see. Girty had not heard that
stifled cry, for he continued his slow wading, and presently his tall, gaudily
decorated form passed out of sight.
Another savage appeared in the open space, and then another. Close between
The Spirit of the Border |
