| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Almost immediately the wind rose again from pre-
cisely the opposite direction from which it had formerly
blown, so that it was mighty hard work making progress
against it. Next it veered again so that we had to turn
and run with it parallel to the coast to keep from
being swamped in the trough of the seas.
And while we were suffering all these disappoint-
ments Hooja's fleet appeared in the distance!
They evidently had gone far to the left of our course,
for they were now almost behind us as we ran parallel
to the coast; but we were not much afraid of being
Pellucidar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie: persuading, but Tuppence held firm. "It can do no harm," was
what she always came back to. In the end Julius gave in, and
they proceeded in the car to Carlton House Terrace.
The door was opened by an irreproachable butler. Tuppence felt a
little nervous. After all, perhaps it WAS colossal cheek on her
part. She had decided not to ask if Sir James was "at home," but
to adopt a more personal attitude.
"Will you ask Sir James if I can see him for a few minutes? I
have an important message for him."
The butler retired, returning a moment or two later.
"Sir James will see you. Will you step this way?"
Secret Adversary |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: admit. Flo talked eloquently about the joys of camp life, and how the
harder any outdoor task was and the more endurance and pain it required,
the more pride and pleasure one had in remembering it. Carley was weighing
the import of these words when suddenly Flo clutched her arm. "What's
that?" she whispered, tensely.
Carley stood stockstill. They had reached the furthermost end of that
aisle, but had turned to go back. The flare of the camp fire threw a wan
light into the shadows before them. There came a rustling in the brush, a
snapping of twigs. Cold tremors chased up and down Carley's back.
"Shore it's a varmint, all right. Let's hurry," whispered Flo.
Carley needed no urging. It appeared that Flo was not going to run. She
The Call of the Canyon |
