|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius:
you've done. If anything did happen I'd have had a chance to
dream and think and read instead of getting to be old without
ever having any fun out of it all. Maybe you won't believe it,
but some days for hours I just lie in the sun like a darky boy,
not even thinking. Gee! it feels great! And sometimes I read all
day until I have to go to the mine. There's one thing I'm going
to tell you square," he went on, a firm ring in his voice, boyish
for all its deep, bass note, "I'm never going back to the farm,
never! Mother," he cried, suddenly, coming over to take her hand
in both his. "Will you leave father? We could rent a little house
and you'd have hardly anything to do. I'm making more than lots
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine:
tourist and tailor, bucked the tiger side by side with a
democracy found nowhere else in the world. The click of the
wheel, the monotonous call of the croupier, the murmur of many
voices in alien tongues, and the high-pitched jarring note of
boisterous laughter, were all merged in a medley of confusion as
picturesque as the scene itself.
"Business not anyways slack at the Nugget," ventured Collins, to
"No, I don't know as 'tis. Nearly always somethin' doing in
little old Epitaph," answered the public quencher of thirsts,
polishing the glass top of the bar with a cloth.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith:
"The point you make is that Mrs. Grogan had no right to sign her
name to a contract made out in the name of her dead husband."
"I do, your Honor," said Rowan, resuming his seat.
"Why did you sign it?" asked Judge Bowker, turning to Tom.
She looked at Babcock. He nodded assent, and then she answered:--
"I allus signed it so since he left me."
There was a pleading, tender pathos in her words that startled
Babcock. He could hardly believe the voice to be Tom's.
The judge looked at her with a quick, penetrating glance, which
broadened into an expression of kindly interest when he read her
entire honesty in her face. Then he turned to the president of