| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Through the green lanes of the country,
Where the tangled barberry-bushes
Hang their tufts of crimson berries
Over stone walls gray with mosses,
Pause by some neglected graveyard,
For a while to muse, and ponder
On a half-effaced inscription,
Written with little skill of song-craft,
Homely phrases, but each letter
Full of hope and yet of heart-break,
Full of all the tender pathos
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: business to play poker who drinks as much as he does. I
wonder how much he dropped to-night."
"Close to two hundred. What I wonder is whar he
got it. Yance ain't had a cent fur over a month, I
know."
"Struck a client, maybe. Well, let's get home before
daylight. He'll be all right when he wakes up, except
for a sort of beehive about the cranium."
The gang slipped away through the early morning
twilight. The next eye to gaze upon the miserable Goree
was the orb of day. He peered through the uncurtained
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: charm of her active, girlish body with its
slender hips and quick, eager shoulders.
Alexander heard little of the story, but he
watched Hilda intently. She must certainly,
he reflected, be thirty, and he was honestly
delighted to see that the years had treated her
so indulgently. If her face had changed at all,
it was in a slight hardening of the mouth--
still eager enough to be very disconcerting
at times, he felt--and in an added air of self-
possession and self-reliance. She carried her
Alexander's Bridge |
