| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: where you can get a place in the garden or the stable, or as a page-boy;
and there's a good school for me; and mother is laughing and crying by turns,
and father does look so happy!"
"That's uncommon jolly," said Harry, "and just the right thing, I should say;
it will suit father and mother both; but I don't intend to be a page-boy
with tight clothes and rows of buttons. I'll be a groom or a gardener."
It was quickly settled that as soon as Jerry was well enough
they should remove to the country, and that the cab and horses
should be sold as soon as possible.
This was heavy news for me, for I was not young now, and could not look
for any improvement in my condition. Since I left Birtwick I had never been
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: because you don't know the meaning of fear. You have the heart of
a lion and an utter lack of imagination and I envy you both of
those qualities. You'll never mind facing realities and you'll
never want to escape from them as I do."
"Escape!"
It was as if that were the only understandable word he had spoken.
Ashley, like her, was tired of the struggle and he wanted to
escape. Her breath came fast.
"Oh, Ashley," she cried, "you're wrong. I do want to escape, too.
I am so very tired of it all!"
His eyebrows went up in disbelief and she laid a hand, feverish and
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: It was incredible how the path seemed to lengthen. Graham
watched the girl's every step, helping her over the difficult
places, pushing aside the tangled branches, his eyes resting
upon her as frankly, as tenderly as a mother looks at her
child. In single file we marched through the gray morning,
clearing cold after the storm, and the silence was seldom
broken, for we had little heart to talk.
At last we came to the high, lonely ridge, the dwarf
forest, the huge, couchant bulk of Spy Rock. There, on the back
of it, with his right arm hanging over the edge, was the outline
of Edward Keene's form. It was as if some monster had seized him
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