| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the ride was made in silence. The information that she would go to
friends in the city was a shock: it meant an earlier separation
than I had planned for. But my arm was beginning again. In putting
her into a cab I struck it and gritted my teeth with the pain. It
was probably for that reason that I forgot the gold bag.
She leaned forward and held out her hand. "I may not have another
chance to thank you," she said, "and I think I would better not try,
anyhow. I cannot tell you how grateful I am." I muttered something
about the gratitude being mine: owing to the knock I was seeing two
cabs, and two girls were holding out two hands.
"Remember," they were both saying, "you have never met me, Mr.
The Man in Lower Ten |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: risen choiring from the bottom of the gorge, they would not have
prevented her papa and one baser than he from rolling stones down
those stupendous rainbow-washed slides. Seventeen hundred feet
of steep-est pitch and rather more than seventeen hundred colors
for log or bowlder to whirl through!
So we heaved things and saw them gather way and bound from white
rock to red or yellow, dragging behind them torrents of color,
till the noise of their descent ceased and they bounded a hundred
yards clear at the last into the Yellowstone.
"I've been down there," said Tom, that evening. "It's easy to
get down if you're careful--just sit an' slide; but getting up is
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:
'O! pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy:
'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? 96
'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
Even by the stern and direful god of war,
Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
Who conquers where he comes m every jar; 100
Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have.
'Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, 104
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