| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: "Jeff got my pinto for a mustang with three legs. If I hadn't been drunk
I'd never have traded. So I'm looking for Jeff." He bit out the last
words with a peculiar snap of his long teeth, a circumstance which caused
Hare instantly to associate the savage clicking with the name he had
heard given this man. August Naab looked at him with gloomy eyes and
stern shut mouth, an expression of righteous anger, helplessness and
grief combined, the look of a man to whom obstacles had been nothing, at
last confronted with crowning defeat. Hare realized that this son was
Naab's first-born, best-loved, a thorn in his side, a black sheep.
"Say, father, is that the spy you found on the trail?" Snap's pale eyes
gleamed on Hare and the little flames seemed to darken and leap.
The Heritage of the Desert |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: finished, with a broad smile that seemed to say: "Begad, there's
a clear field. Go in and win, me bye."
Nothing could be done in broad daylight, while the troops of the
government party patrolled the streets and were prepared to
pounce on the first suspects that poked their noses out of the
holes where they were hidden. Nevertheless, their spies were busy
all day, reporting to the opposition leaders everything that
happened of interest. In the course of the day General Valdez,
the father of Juan, was arrested on suspicion of complicity and
thrown into prison, as were a score of others thought to be in
touch with the Valdez faction. All day the troops of the governor
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac: of your marrying Gorenflot; but, to get married, you must hold your
tongue. If not, no wedding gift!'
" 'Rosalie,' said Madame de Merret, 'come and brush my hair.'
"Her husband quietly walked up and down the room, keeping an eye on
the door, on the mason, and on his wife, but without any insulting
display of suspicion. Gorenflot could not help making some noise.
Madame de Merret seized a moment when he was unloading some bricks,
and when her husband was at the other end of the room to say to
Rosalie: 'My dear child, I will give you a thousand francs a year if
only you will tell Gorenflot to leave a crack at the bottom.' Then she
added aloud quite coolly: 'You had better help him.'
La Grande Breteche |
