| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: one unpleasant smell. Snip, went the scissors again. Poor little beggars;
they were getting it!
"And where are you going, if your mother may ask?" asked the mater.
It was over at last, but Reggie did not slow down until he was out of sight
of the house and half-way to Colonel Proctor's. Then only he noticed what
a top-hole afternoon it was. It had been raining all the morning, late
summer rain, warm, heavy, quick, and now the sky was clear, except for a
long tail of little clouds, like duckings, sailing over the forest. There
was just enough wind to shake the last drops off the trees; one warm star
splashed on his hand. Ping!--another drummed on his hat. The empty road
gleamed, the hedges smelled of briar, and how big and bright the hollyhocks
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: She rose laughing and brushed the last trace of
tears from her eyes.
"Let's eat dinner now--I'm hungry."
"By George, I'd forgot all about the feed!"
By eight o'clock the storm had abated; the rain
suddenly stopped, and the moon peeped through the
clouds.
He drove the big racer back at a steady, even
stride on her lowest notch of speed--half the time with
only his right hand on the wheel and his left gripping
hers.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: "How much would be paid for frogs?" said Trampas to him. And I
saw Scipio bend closer to his cooking.
"Oh, I don't know," said the traveller. "We've paid pretty well,
you see."
"You're late for Tulare, Trampas," said the Virginian.
"I was not thinking of Tulare," Trampas retorted. Scipio's nose
was in the frying-pan.
"Mos' comical spot you ever struck!" said the Virginian, looking
round upon the whole company. He allowed himself a broad smile of
retrospect. "To hear 'em talk frawgs at Tulare! Same as other
folks talks hawsses or steers or whatever they're raising to
The Virginian |
