| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: She hardly knew whether it was a dream or no; but she could not
help fancying that she saw the delicate print of Violet's fingers
on the child's neck. It looked just as if, while Violet was
shaping out the image, she had given it a gentle pat with her
hand, and had neglected to smooth the impression quite away.
"After all, husband," said the mother, recurring to her idea that
the angels would be as much delighted to play with Violet and
Peony as she herself was,--"after all, she does look strangely
like a snow-image! I do believe she is made of snow!"
A puff of the west-wind blew against the snow-child, and again
she sparkled like a star.
The Snow Image |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: low, sandy swale where mesquites grouped a forest along a
trickling inch-deep sheet of water. Green things softened the
hard, dry aspect of the desert. There were birds and parrots and
deer and wild boars. All these Madeline remarked with clear
eyes, with remarkable susceptibility of attention; but what she
strained to see, what she yearned for, prayed for, was straight,
unobstructed road.
But the road began to wind up; it turned and twisted in
tantalizing lazy curves; it was in no hurry to surmount a hill
that began to assume proportions of a mountain; it was leisurely,
as were all things in Mexico except strife. That was quick,
The Light of Western Stars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: MRS TARLETON. Theres your father, and Bunny with him.
BENTLEY. Keep young. Keep your eye on me. Thats the tip for you.
_Bentley and Mr Tarleton (an immense and genial veteran of trade) come
into view and enter the pavilion._
JOHN TARLETON. You think youre young, do you? You think I'm old?
_[energetically shaking off his motoring coat and hanging it up with
his cap]._
BENTLEY. _[helping him with the coat]_ Of course youre old. Look at
your face and look at mine. What you call your youth is nothing but
your levity. Why do we get on so well together? Because I'm a young
cub and youre an old josser. _[He throws a cushion at Hypatia's feet
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