| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: [9] "Od." xii. 184.
Cri. And did the magic words of this spell serve for all men alike?
Had the Sirens only to utter this one incantation, and was every
listener constrained to stay?
Soc. No; this was the incantation reserved for souls athirst for fame,
of virtue emulous.
Cri. Which is as much as to say, we must suit the incantation to the
listener, so that when he hears the words he shall not think that the
enchanter is laughing at him in his sleeve. I cannot certainly
conceive a method better calculated to excite hatred and repulsion
than to go to some one who knows that he is small and ugly and a
The Memorabilia |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: let these renegades see I fear to face them."
"I have such a queer feeling. I am afraid. I don't want to be left alone.
Please do not leave me."
Jim strode nervously up and down the length of the room. Nell's worn face, her
beseeching eyes and trembling hands touched his heart. Rather than almost
anything else, he desired to please her, to strengthen her; yet how could he
shirk his duty?
"Nellie, what is it you fear?" he asked, holding her hands tightly.
"Oh, I don't know what--everything. Uncle is growing weaker every day. Look
at Mr. Young; he is only a shadow of his former self, and this anxiety is
wearing Mr. Heckewelder out. He is more concerned than he dares admit. You
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: hundred and fifty thousand dollars of loot on board--OUR loot,
too! Good God! it goes against the grain!"
The moon rose considerably earlier that night, and by twelve
o'clock the bay was flooded with its electrical whiteness. Wilbur
and Moran could plainly make out the junk tied up to the kelp off-
shore. But toward one o'clock Wilbur was awakened by Moran
shaking his arm.
"There's something wrong out there," she whispered; "something
wrong with the junk. Hear 'em squealing? Look! look! look!" she
cried of a sudden; "it's their turn now!"
Wilbur could see the crank junk, with its staring red eyes, high
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