| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: They blinked down through the black-barred, delicate crisscross
of pine foliage, and they looked so big and so close. Then she
gazed away to open space, where an expanse of sky glittered with
stars, and the longer she gazed the larger they grew and the more
she saw.
It was her belief that she had come to love all the physical
things from which sensations of beauty and mystery and strength
poured into her responsive mind; but best of all she loved these
Western stars, for they were to have something to do with her
life, were somehow to influence her destiny.
For a few days the prevailing features of camp life for
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato: defence, may be truly called defences, and are for the most part to be
regarded as the work of the builder or of the weaver, rather than of the
Statesman.
YOUNG SOCRATES: Certainly.
STRANGER: Shall we add a fifth class, of ornamentation and drawing, and of
the imitations produced by drawing and music, which are designed for
amusement only, and may be fairly comprehended under one name?
YOUNG SOCRATES: What is it?
STRANGER: Plaything is the name.
YOUNG SOCRATES: Certainly.
STRANGER: That one name may be fitly predicated of all of them, for none
Statesman |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honore de Balzac: in his arrondissement, put him in a position where the ideas of a man
accustomed to succeed naturally enlarged themselves. The news which
the mayor had just given him of his preferment was the determining
reason that decided him to plunge into the scheme which he now for the
first time revealed to his wife; he believed it would enable him to
give up perfumery all the more quickly, and rise into the regions of
the higher bourgeoisie of Paris.
Cesar was now forty years old. The work he had undertaken in his
manufactories had given him a few premature wrinkles, and had slightly
silvered the thick tufts of hair on which the pressure of his hat left
a shining circle. His forehead, where the hair grew in a way to mark
Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau |
