| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: saplings had escaped the saw had been crushed by the dropping and hauling
of the large pines. The stumps were all about three feet high, and that
meant the waste of many thousands of feet of good lumber. Only the
straight, unbranched trunks had been used. The tops of the pines had not
been lopped, and lay where they had fallen. It was a wilderness of yellow
brush, a dry jungle. The smell of pine was so powerful that I could hardly
breathe. Fire must inevitably complete this work of ruin; already I was
forester enough to see that.
Presently the trail crossed a railroad track which appeared to have been
hastily constructed. Swinging along at a rapid step on the ties I soon
reached the outskirts of the huge stacks of lumber; I must have walked half
The Young Forester |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: Insensibly this man became the object of our secret admiration, though
we knew no reason for it. Did it lie in his secretly simple habits,
his monastic regularity, his hermit-like frugality, his idiotically
mechanical labor, allowing his mind to remain neuter or to work on his
own lines, seeming to us to hint at an expectation of some stroke of
good luck, or at some foregone conclusion as to his life?
After wandering for a long time among the Ruins of Palmyra, we forgot
them--we were young! Then came the Carnival, the Paris Carnival,
which, henceforth, will eclipse the old Carnival of Venice, unless
some ill-advised Prefect of Police is antagonistic.
Gambling ought to be allowed during the Carnival; but the stupid
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson: Of unrepented rouge and coral;
Or in a grave without a name
May be as far off as a moral.
Bewick Finzer
Time was when his half million drew
The breath of six per cent;
But soon the worm of what-was-not
Fed hard on his content;
And something crumbled in his brain
When his half million went.
Time passed, and filled along with his
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