| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: cool smile, an' somethin' besides thet I couldn't understand.
Frankie Slade up an' made a remark--no wuss than he'd been makin'
fer days--an' Gene tumbled him out of his chair, punched him
good, walked all over him. Frankie wasn't hurt so much as he was
bewildered. 'Gene,' he says, 'what the hell struck you?' An'
Gene says, kind of sweet like, 'Frankie, you may be a nice feller
when you're alone, but your talk's offensive to a gentleman.'
"After thet what was said to Gene was with a nice smile. Now,
Miss Majesty, it's beyond me what to allow for Gene's sudden
change. First off, I thought Padre Marcos had converted him. I
actooly thought thet. But I reckon it's only Gene Stewart come
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: and decided at once that he needed a cigar more than anything
else on earth. He was helped to a realization of his need by
seeing the owner of the smile disappear in an adjoining drug
store.
She was beginning on a nut sundae when the puncher drifted in.
She continued to devote even her eyes to its consumption, while
the foreman opened a casual conversation with the drug clerk and
lit his cigar.
"How are things coming in Gimlet Butte?" he asked, by way of
prolonging his stay rather than out of desire for information.
Yes, she certainly had the longest, softest lashes he had ever
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: ghastly. "We'll be in Forty Mile in forty minutes, and then--
cursed little devil!"
One hand left his paddle and landed on the back of his neck with a
sharp slap. He put a fresh daub of clay on the injured part,
swearing sulphurously the while. Kink Mitchell was not in the
least amused. He merely improved the opportunity by putting a
thicker coating of clay on his own neck.
They crossed the Yukon to its west bank, shot down-stream with easy
stroke, and at the end of forty minutes swung in close to the left
around the tail of an island. Forty Mile spread itself suddenly
before them. Both men straightened their backs and gazed at the
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