| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: to His name!"
George was awe-struck at the force, the vehemence, the power,
with which these broken sentences were uttered. He sat
gazing in silence.
Tom grasped his hand, and continued,--"Ye mustn't, now, tell
Chloe, poor soul! how ye found me;--'t would be so drefful to her.
Only tell her ye found me going into glory; and that I couldn't
stay for no one. And tell her the Lord's stood by me everywhere
and al'ays, and made everything light and easy. And oh, the poor
chil'en, and the baby;--my old heart's been most broke for 'em,
time and agin! Tell 'em all to follow me--follow me! Give my love
Uncle Tom's Cabin |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: escape the hoofs rushing toward them so heavily that the ground quaked.
"Look out!" A resonant cry rang out above the dull thud of the
stampeding cattle that were almost upon them. Down the steep
sides of the gorge two riders were galloping recklessly. It was a
race for life between them and the first of the herd, and they
won by scarce more than a length. Across the sand the horses
plowed, and as they swept past the two trembling young women each
rider bent from the saddle without slackening speed, and snatched
one almost from under the very hoofs of the leaders.
The danger was not past. As the horses swerved and went forward
with the rush Helen knew that a stumble would fling not only her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: "I should think William ought to do it if anybody. He's
oldest."
"I shall have nothing to do with it." said Smallbury.
"'Tis a ticklish business altogether. Why, he'll go on
to her himself in a few minutes, ye'll see."
"We don't know that he will. Come, Laban."
"Very well, if I must I must, I suppose." Tall reluct-
antly answered. "What must I say?"
"Just ask to see master."
"O no; I shan't speak to Mr. Boldwood. If I tell
anybody, 'twill be mistress."
Far From the Madding Crowd |
