| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: any help from our side of the line. If so, I don't know where.
The population on that side is mostly Mexican, absolutely in
sympathy with whatever actuates those on this side. The whole
caboodle of Greasers on both sides belong to the class in sympathy
with the rebels, the class that secretly respects men like Rojas,
and hates an aristocrat like Mercedes. They would conspire to throw
her into his power. Rojas can turn all the hidden underground
influences to his ends. Unless I thwart him he'll get Mercedes as easily
as he can light a cigarette. But I'll kill him or some of his gang or her
before I let him get her. . . . This is the situation, old friend. I've
little time to spare. I face arrest for desertion. Rojas is in town.
Desert Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: dignity of the Cross-Keys Square, and the Trotters for the
vicinity of St. Bartholomew's.
Thus is this little territory torn by factions and internal
dissensions, like the great empire who name it bears; and what
will be the result would puzzle the apothecary himself, with all
his talent at prognostics, to determine; though I apprehend that
it will terminate in the total downfall of genuine John Bullism.
The immediate effects are extremely unpleasant to me.
Being a single man, and, as I observed before, rather an idle
good-for-nothing personage, I have been considered the only
gentleman by profession in the place. I stand therefore in high
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: and asked her after Lin McLean's health, and till I've saw how the likes
of her talks to the likes of me."
He made a feeble protest that this would do no one any good.
"Sew yourself up, James Lusk. If it has been your idea I come with yus
clear from Laramie to watch yus plant telegraph-poles in the sage-brush,
why you're off. I ain't heard much 'o Lin since the day he learned it was
you and not him that was my husband. And I've come back in this country
to have a look at my old friends--and" (she laughed loudly and nodded at
the station) "my old friends' new friends!"
Thus ordered, the husband wandered away to find his wagon and the horse.
Jessamine, in the office, had finished her station duties and returned to
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