|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott:
if your refection is finished, leave this apartment clear; I must
prepare it for the reception of these southern guests."
"Come away," said the domestic, pulling Lord Menteith by the
sleeve; "his hour is on him," said he, looking towards Allan,
"and he will not be controlled."
They left the hall accordingly, Lord Menteith and the Captain
being ushered one way by old Donald, and the two attendants
conducted elsewhere by another Highlander. The former had
scarcely reached a sort of withdrawing apartment ere they were
joined by the lord of the mansion, Angus M'Aulay by name, and his
English guests. Great joy was expressed by all parties, for Lord
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac:
window near the ceiling. It was a picture fit to make the bourgeois
shudder, and the bourgeois shuddered. Fougeres had simply been
inspired by the masterpiece of Gerard Douw; he had turned the group of
the "Dropsical Woman" toward the window, instead of presenting it full
front. The condemned man was substituted for the dying woman--same
pallor, same glance, same appeal to God. Instead of the Dutch doctor,
he had painted the cold, official figure of the sheriff's clerk
attired in black; but he had added an old woman to the young one of
Gerard Douw. The cruelly simple and good-humored face of the
executioner completed and dominated the group. This plagiarism, very
cleverly disguised, was not discovered. The catalogue contained the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey:
explosives and with German submarines roaming the ocean! Oh, it was
"But he came back, and now all's well with you," said Carley, with a smile
of earnestness. "I'm very glad, Elsie."
"Yes--but I shudder when I think of a possible war in the future. I'm going
to raise boys, and girls, too, I hope--and the thought of war is
Carley found her return train somewhat late, and she took advantage of the
delay to walk out to the wooded headlands above the Sound.
It was a raw March day, with a steely sun going down in a pale-gray sky.
Patches of snow lingered in sheltered brushy places. This bit of woodland
The Call of the Canyon