| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: "Now, 'twas a peaceful and happy home that all
of us had in them same Beersheba Flats. The
O'Dowds and the Steinowitzes and the Callahans and
the Cohens and the Spizzinellis and the McManuses
and the Spiegelmayers and the Joneses -- all nations
of us, we lived like one big family together. And
when the hot nights come along we kept a line of
children reaching from the front door to Kelly's on the
corner passing along the cans of beer from one to
another without the trouble of running after it. And
with no more clothing on than is provided for in the
The Voice of the City |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo: his father prisoner, he was arrested, and carried in chains to the
Emperor.
The time now approaching in which we were to be delivered to the
Turks, we had none but God to apply to for relief: all the measures
we could think of were equally dangerous. Resolving, nevertheless,
to seek some retreat where we might hide ourselves either all
together or separately, we determined at last to put ourselves under
the protection of the Prince John Akay, who had defended himself a
long time in the province of Bar against the power of Abyssinia.
After I had concluded a treaty with this prince, the patriarch and
all the fathers put themselves into his hands, and being received
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: Consequently the good wine took more effect on him than it would have
done on most men, sending a little flush into his wrinkled cheeks, and
making him talk more freely than usual.
Dear old man! I can see him now, as he went limping up and down the
vestibule, with his grey hair sticking up in scrubbing-brush fashion,
his shrivelled yellow face, and his large dark eyes, that were as keen
as any hawk's, and yet soft as a buck's. The whole room was hung with
trophies of his numerous hunting expeditions, and he had some story
about every one of them, if only he could be got to tell it. Generally
he would not, for he was not very fond of narrating his own adventures,
but to-night the port wine made him more communicative.
Long Odds |
