| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: is useless. You have always misunderstood me.
Heaven knows I have striven with all my might to
keep my head above the waves of misfortune,
but - "
"Cut out the rainbow of hope and that stuff about
walkin' one by one through the narrow isles of
Spain," said Mrs. Peters, with a sigh. "I've heard
it so often. There's an ounce bottle of carbolic on the
shelf behind the empty coffee can. Drink hearty."
Mr. Peters reflected. What next! The old ex-
pedients had failed. The two musty musketeers were
The Voice of the City |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: arms around him.
But Jane don't. Fur that chair swings clear
around and there sets the perfessor. He's all
hunched up and caved in and he's rubbing his
eyes like he's jest woke up recent, and he's got a
grin onto his face that makes him look like his
sister Estelle looks all the time.
"Excuse me," says the perfessor.
They both swings around and faces him. I can
hear my heart bumping. Jane never says a word.
The man with the brown beard never says a word.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: regale the society with a hornpipe, which be actually performed to
the music of a fiddle (played by an ingenious member) with such
surpassing agility and brilliancy of execution, that the spectators
could not be sufficiently enthusiastic in their admiration; and
their host protested, with tears in his eyes, that he had never
truly felt his blindness until that moment.
But the host withdrawing--probably to weep in secret--soon returned
with the information that it wanted little more than an hour of
day, and that all the cocks in Barbican had already begun to crow,
as if their lives depended on it. At this intelligence, the
'Prentice Knights arose in haste, and marshalling into a line,
Barnaby Rudge |
