|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
tightly round the holes, and with teeth and hand tied it
tightly. That done, he looked back over his shoulder.
Riders were making the dust fly on the hillside road. There
were more coming round the cut where the road curved. The
leader was perhaps a quarter of a mile back, and the others
strung out behind him. Duane needed only one glance to tell him
that they were fast and hard-riding cowboys in a land where all
riders were good. They would not have owned any but strong,
swift horses. Moreover, it was a district where ranchers had
suffered beyond all endurance the greed and brutality of
outlaws. Duane had simply been so unfortunate as to run right
The Lone Star Ranger
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer Abroad by Mark Twain:
wheres. We wondered what was the matter, but
reckoned it would come out all right, so we went on
steering east, but went up on a higher level so we
wouldn't hit any steeples or mountains in the dark.
It was my watch till midnight, and then it was Jim's;
but Tom stayed up, because he said ship captains done
that when they was making the land, and didn't stand
no regular watch.
Well, when daylight come, Jim give a shout, and we
jumped up and looked over, and there was the land
sure enough -- land all around, as far as you could see,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:
sucking the bones. Now and again she scrutinized her old friend's
hat out of the corners of her eyes.
"It's the new hat I gave you?" she ended by saying.
"Yes, I made it up," murmured Mme Maloir, her mouth full of meat.
The hat was smart to distraction. In front it was greatly
exaggerated, and it was adorned with a lofty feather. Mme Maloir
had a mania for doing up all her hats afresh; she alone knew what
really became her, and with a few stitches she could manufacture a
toque out of the most elegant headgear. Nana, who had bought her
this very hat in order not to be ashamed of her when in her company
out of doors, was very near being vexed.