| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry: station, stopped at the side of the distressed patron of sport, and
spoke in the kindly drawl of his ilk and region, "Got it pretty bad,
bud?"
"Cricket" McGuire, ex-feather-weight prizefighter, tout, jockey,
follower of the "ponies," all-round sport, and manipulator of the gum
balls and walnut shells, looked up pugnaciously at the imputation cast
by "bud."
"G'wan," he rasped, "telegraph pole. I didn't ring for yer."
Another paroxysm wrung him, and he leaned limply against a convenient
baggage truck. Raidler waited patiently, glancing around at the white
hats, short overcoats, and big cigars thronging the platform. "You're
Heart of the West |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: painted, the colour was so abstract and correct, and there was
something so sketchy and merely impressional about these distant
single trees on the horizon that one was forced to think of it all as
of a clever French landscape. For it is rather in nature that we see
resemblance to art, than in art to nature; and we say a hundred
times, 'How like a picture!' for once that we say, 'How like the
truth!' The forms in which we learn to think of landscape are forms
that we have got from painted canvas. Any man can see and understand
a picture; it is reserved for the few to separate anything out of the
confusion of nature, and see that distinctly and with intelligence.
The sun came out before I had been long on my way; and as I had got
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: by now, I'll be bound. Now, no words; go both of you.'
"Tom, the driver, swore, and caught the lad a hearty kick, which he
richly deserved, and then, having tied old Kaptein up to the disselboom
with a reim, they took their assegais and sticks, and started. I would
have gone too, only I knew that somebody must look after the waggon, and
I did not like to leave either of the boys with it at night. I was in a
very bad temper, indeed, although I was pretty well used to these sort
of occurrences, and soothed myself by taking a rifle and going to kill
something. For a couple of hours I poked about without seeing anything
that I could get a shot at, but at last, just as I was again within
seventy yards of the waggon, I put up an old Impala ram from behind a
Long Odds |
