|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
To creep unawares upon a foe and strike him in the dark was Indian warfare; to
an Indian it was not dishonorable; it was not cowardly. He was taught to hide
in the long grass like a snake, to shoot from coverts, to worm his way
stealthily through the dense woods and to ambush the paleface's trail.
Horrible cruelties, such as torturing white prisoners and burning them at the
stake never heard of before the war made upon the Indians by the whites.
Comparatively little is known of the real character of the Indian of that
time. We ourselves sit before our warm fires and talk of the deeds of the
redman. We while away an hour by reading Pontiac's siege of Detroit, of the
battle of Braddock's fields, and of Custer's last charge. We lay the book down
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton:
therefore closed with an increased sense, on the part of the
other ladies, of Mrs. Roby's hopeless unfitness to be one of
Mrs. Leveret, on the eventful day, had arrived early at Mrs.
Ballinger's, her volume of Appropriate Allusions in her pocket.
It always flustered Mrs. Leveret to be late at the Lunch Club:
she liked to collect her thoughts and gather a hint, as the
others assembled, of the turn the conversation was likely to
take. To-day, however, she felt herself completely at a loss;
and even the familiar contact of Appropriate Allusions, which
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
It was blowing so hard, high up there in the exposed place,
that the only way to be safe was to stand nailed by the wind
to the wan of the tower. At their feet fell the precipice
where the limestone was quarried away. Below was a jumble of
hills and tiny villages--Mattock, Ambergate, Stoney Middleton.
The lads were eager to spy out the church of Bestwood, far away
among the rather crowded country on the left. They were disgusted
that it seemed to stand on a plain. They saw the hills of Derbyshire
fall into the monotony of the Midlands that swept away South.
Miriam was somewhat scared by the wind, but the lads enjoyed it.
They went on, miles and miles, to Whatstandwell. All the food
Sons and Lovers