| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: their faces toward this source of love and sympathetic
understanding as naturally as a plant turns its leaves toward the
sun. They glowed under her praise; they confided to her their
troubles; they came to her with their joys--and they copied her
clothes.
This last caused her some uneasiness. When Mrs. T. A. Buck wore
blue serge, an epidemic of blue serge broke out in the workroom.
Did Emma's spring hat flaunt flowers, the elevators, at closing
time, looked like gardens abloom. If she appeared on Monday
morning in severely tailored white-linen blouse, the shop on
Tuesday was a Boston seminary in its starched primness.
Emma McChesney & Co. |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: toned murmurings that they seemed to find exquisitely
meaningful or witty, by turn. Fanny, rubbing a forefinger
(his) along her weather-roughened nose, would say, "At least
you've seen me at my worst."
Or he, mock serious: "I think I ought to tell you that I'm
the kind of man who throws wet towels into the laundry
hamper."
But there was no mirth in Fanny's voice when she said,
"Dear, do you think Lasker will give me that job? You
know he said, `When you want a job, come back.' Do you
think he meant it?"
Fanny Herself |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: being at the train to welcome her, were not so memorable of him
as the way he clasped her, for he had held her that way the day
he left home, and she had not forgotten. But now he was so much
taller and bigger, so dusty and strange and different and
forceful, that she could scarcely think him the same man. She
even had a humorous thought that here was another cowboy bullying
her, and this time it was her brother.
"Dear old girl," he said, more calmly, as he let her go, "you
haven't changed at all, except to grow lovelier. Only you're a
woman now, and you've fulfilled the name I gave you. God! how
sight of you brings back home! It seems a hundred years since I
The Light of Western Stars |
