| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: And Jason was going to answer her scornfully, when Cheiron's
words came to his mind.
So he said, 'For Hera's sake, the Queen of the Immortals on
Olympus, I will carry you over the torrent, unless we both
are drowned midway.'
Then the old dame leapt upon his back, as nimbly as a goat;
and Jason staggered in, wondering; and the first step was up
to his knees.
The first step was up to his knees, and the second step was
up to his waist; and the stones rolled about his feet, and
his feet slipped about the stones; so he went on staggering,
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: and threw herself upon his neck in a passion of weeping.
I went out and shut the door behind me, and stood and thanked God
from the bottom of my heart.
At the breakfast board, according to my lord's design, we were all
met. The Master had by that time plucked off his patched boots and
made a toilet suitable to the hour; Secundra Dass was no longer
bundled up in wrappers, but wore a decent plain black suit, which
misbecame him strangely; and the pair were at the great window,
looking forth, when the family entered. They turned; and the black
man (as they had already named him in the house) bowed almost to
his knees, but the Master was for running forward like one of the
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: No cry issued from Nell's white lips. She was dazed by this final blow. Having
endured so much, this last misfortune, apparently the ruin of her life,
brought no added suffering, only a strange, numb feeling.
"Ah-huh! Thought you'd give me the slip, eh?" croaked Girty, striding forward,
and as he looked at Wingenund his little, yellow eyes flared like flint. "Does
a wolf befriend Girty's captives? Chief you hev led me a hard chase."
Wingenund deigned no reply. He stood as he did so often, still and silent,
with folded arms, and a look that was haughty, unresponsive.
The Indians came forward into the glade, and one of them quickly bound Jim's
hands behind his back. The savages wore a wild, brutish look. A feverish
ferocity, very near akin to insanity, possessed them. They were not quiet a
The Spirit of the Border |
