| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: thing. Not--one thing."
Slowly Emma McChesney's tense body relaxed. A great sigh that
had in it weariness and relief and acquiescence came from her.
She smiled ever so faintly.
"I've been a ramrod so long it's going to be hard to learn to be
a clinging vine. I've been my own support for so many years, I
don't use a trellis very gracefully--yet. But I think I'll get
the hang of it very soon."
She turned toward the door, crossed to her own office, looked all
about at the orderly, ship- shape room that reflected her
personality--as did any room she occupied.
Emma McChesney & Co. |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: this end of the ship again I'll cut his insides out, I tell you.
Cut out his blasted insides! Who are you, to tell me what I'm to do?
I tell you I'm captain of this ship,--captain and owner.
I'm the law here, I tell you,--the law and the prophets.
I bargained to take a man and his attendant to and from Arica,
and bring back some animals. I never bargained to carry a mad devil
and a silly Sawbones, a--"
Well, never mind what he called Montgomery. I saw the latter take
a step forward, and interposed. "He's drunk," said I. The captain
began some abuse even fouler than the last. "Shut up!" I said,
turning on him sharply, for I had seen danger in Montgomery's white face.
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: half-way when the coachman, who was waiting at the door with the little grey
mare and the phaeton, motioned to her to come quietly. Tattine saw at a glance
what had happened, and sped swiftly back to Patrick. "Keep Black-and-white up
the tree," she said, in a breathless whisper; "don't let her go near the nest,
and don't let her come down for the world. The little Phoebe-birds have lit."
"All right, miss," not at all understanding the situation, but more than
willing to obey orders. Tattine was in such haste to get back to the house
that she hardly heard his answer. What she had tried to tell him was that the
five little fledglings, crowded into the tiny nest under the eaves of the
porch, had taken it into their heads to try their first flight at that precise
moment, and there they were perched on the shafts of the phaeton, lighting, as
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