| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: but his possessions would ever remain mysteries. Gale had
scarcely faced the great gray ponderous wall of cliff before
the old strange interest in the Yaqui seized him again. It recalled
the tie that existed between them, a tie almost as close as blood.
Then he was eager and curious to see how the Indian would conquer
those seemingly insurmountable steps of stone.
Yaqui left the gulch and clambered up over a jumble of weathered
slides and traced a slow course along the base of the giant wall.
He looked up and seemed to select a point for ascent. It was the
last place in that mountainside where Gale would have thought
climbing possible. Before him the wall rose, leaning over him,
Desert Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: of pretty little yellow legs, then some coat tails, then a pair of
arms stuck akimbo, and finally the well-known head of his friend the
mug--all which articles, uniting as they rolled out, stood up
energetically on the floor in the shape of a little golden dwarf
about a foot and a half high.
"That's right!" said the dwarf, stretching out first his
legs and then his arms, and then shaking his head up and down and
as far round as it would go, for five minutes without stopping,
apparently with the view of ascertaining if he were quite correctly
put together, while Gluck stood contemplating him in speechless
amazement. He was dressed in a slashed doublet of spun gold, so
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy: come in!"
There was no immediate answer to her cry, and overpowered by her
own temerity, Grace retreated quickly, shut the door, and stood
looking on the floor. But it was not for long. She again lifted
the latch, and with far more determination than at first.
"Giles, Giles!" she cried, with the full strength of her voice,
and without any of the shamefacedness that had characterized her
first cry. "Oh, come in--come in! Where are you? I have been
wicked. I have thought too much of myself! Do you hear? I don't
want to keep you out any longer. I cannot bear that you should
suffer so. Gi-i-iles!"
The Woodlanders |
