| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: you have seen how far they are . . ."
I interrupted again and this time bitterly, but always in a tone of
polite enquiry:
"You think her facile, Madame?"
She looked offended. "I think her most fastidious. It is my son
who is in question here."
And I understood then that she looked on her son as irresistible.
For my part I was just beginning to think that it would be
impossible for me to wait for his return. I figured him to myself
lying dressed on his bed sleeping like a stone. But there was no
denying that the mother was holding me with an awful, tortured
The Arrow of Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: He will kill forty sheep in a night. Piute saw the tracks of one up on
the high range, and believes this bear is following the flock. Let's get
off into the woods some little way, into the edge of the thickets--for
Piute always keeps to the glades--and see if we can pick off a few
coyotes."
August cautioned Jack to step stealthily, and slip from cedar to cedar,
to use every bunch of sage and juniper to hide his advance.
"Watch sharp, Jack. I've seen two already. Look for moving things.
Don't try to see one quiet, for you can't till after your eye catches him
moving. They are gray, gray as the cedars, the grass, the ground. Good!
Yes, I see him, but don't shoot. That's too far. Wait. They sneak
The Heritage of the Desert |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: The same visions was flitting across his closed eyes; the same silence
gaped like a dry crater in his soul. "There is no help in earth or
heaven," he said, very quietly; and he dressed himself.
VIIt was still so early that few of the Indians were stirring, and one of
these saddled the Padre's mule. Felipe was not yet awake, and for a
moment it came in the priest's mind to open the boy's door softly, look
at him once more, and come away. But this he did not, nor even take a
farewell glance at the church and organ. He bade nothing farewell, but,
turning his back upon his room and his garden, rode down the canyon.
The vessel lay at anchor, and some one had landed from ha and was talking
with other men on the shore. Seeing the priest slowly coming, this
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