| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: He's taken himself off somewhere to smoke.
[Frank resumes his paper. The parson turns disconsolately
towards the gate; then comes back irresolutely.]
REV. S. Er--Frank.
FRANK. Yes.
REV. S. Do you think the Warrens will expect to be asked here
after yesterday afternoon?
FRANK. Theyve been asked already.
REV. S. [appalled] What!!!
FRANK. Crofts informed us at breakfast that you told him to
bring Mrs Warren and Vivie over here to-day, and to invite them
|
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: not hunting, or roaming the woods, if it was necessary for him to lie low in
camp awaiting Wetzel's return, he was always content. Many hours he idled away
lying on his back, with the west wind blowing softly over him, his eye on the
distant hills, where the cloud shadows swept across with slow, majestic
movement, like huge ships at sea.
If Wetzel and Joe were far distant from the cave, as was often the case, they
made camp in the open woods, and it was here that Joe's contentment was
fullest. Twilight shades stealing down over the camp-fire; the cheery glow of
red embers; the crackling of dry stocks; the sweet smell of wood smoke, all
had for the lad a subtle, potent charm.
The hunter would broil a venison steak, or a partridge, on the coals. Then
The Spirit of the Border |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: were a clumsy way of punishing you, and I know a better way. I
should go to the Captain, Mademoiselle, and tell him whose horse
is locked up in the inn stable. A trooper told me--as someone
had told him--that it belonged to one of his officers; but I
looked through the crack, and I knew the horse again.'
She could not repress a groan. I waited; still she did not
speak.
'Shall I go to the Captain?' I said ruthlessly.
She shook the hood back from her face and looked at me.
'Oh, you coward! you coward!' she hissed through her teeth.
'If I had a knife!'
|
