|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey:
drive the ice northward.'
"Stormed the wild tempest; thundered the rivers of ice chill blew the north
wind, the cold northwest wind, against the mild south wind; snow-spirits and
hail-spirits fled before the warm raindrops; the white mountains melted, and
lo! it was summer.
"On the mountain top Tarhe waited for his bride. Never wearying, ever faithful
he watched many years. There he turned to stone. There he stands to-day, the
Standing Stone of ages. And Smiling Moon, changed by the Great Spirit into the
Night Wind, forever wails her lament at dusk through the forest trees, and
moans over the mountain tops."
Myeerah's story elicited cheers and praises from all. She was entreated to
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert:
house just now."
Matho was as if he had just been awaked by the hissing of his voice,
and did not seem to understand. Spendius resumed:
"Ah! what riches! and the men who possess them have not even the steel
to defend them!"
Then, pointing with his right arm outstretched to some of the populace
who were crawling on the sand outside the mole to look for gold dust:
"See!" he said to him, "the Republic is like these wretches: bending
on the brink of the ocean, she buries her greedy arms in every shore,
and the noise of the billows so fills her ear that she cannot hear
behind her the tread of a master's heel!"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
he could not himself have selected a woman who looked more as
Treffinger's wife should look.
While he was explaining the purpose of his frequent visits
to the studio she heard him with courteous interest. "I have
read, I think, everything that has been published on Sir Hugh
Treffinger's work, and it seems to me that there is much left to
be said," he concluded.
"I believe they are rather inadequate," she remarked vaguely. She
hesitated a moment, absently fingering the ribbons of her gown,
then continued, without raising her eyes; "I hope you will not
think me too exacting if I ask to see the proofs of such chapters
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories