| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: rifle in a clump of willows, and directing the boys to do the same with their
guns, the hunter splashed into the water. His companions followed him into the
shallow water, and waded a hundred yards, which brought them near the island
that they now perceived hid the fort. The hunter swam the remaining distance,
and, climbing the bank, looked back for the boys. They were close behind him.
Then he strode across the island, perhaps a quarter of a mile wide.
"We've a long swim here," said Wetzel, waving his hand toward the main channel
of the river. "Good fer it?" he inquired of Joe, since Jim had not received
any injuries during the short captivity and consequently showed more
endurance.
"Good for anything," answered Joe, with that coolness Wetzel had been quick to
The Spirit of the Border |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: done to Marner by somebody it was quite in vain to set the constable
after. Why this preternatural felon should be obliged to wait till
the door was left unlocked, was a question which did not present
itself.
"It isn't Jem Rodney as has done this work, Master Marner," said
the landlord. "You mustn't be a-casting your eye at poor Jem.
There may be a bit of a reckoning against Jem for the matter of a
hare or so, if anybody was bound to keep their eyes staring open,
and niver to wink; but Jem's been a-sitting here drinking his can,
like the decentest man i' the parish, since before you left your
house, Master Marner, by your own account."
Silas Marner |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: Eudora nodded in a shamed, speechless sort of way.
"All right. I'll come Thursday -but say, look here, Eudora.
This is a quiet road, not a soul in sight, just like an outdoor
room to ourselves. Why shouldn't I know now just as well as wait?
Say, Eudora, you know how I used to feel about you. Well, it has
lasted all these years. There has never been another woman I
even cared to look at. You are alone, except for that baby, and
I am alone. Eudora --"
The man hesitated. His flushed face had paled. Eudora paced
silently and waveringly at his side.
"Eudora," the man went on, "you know you always used to run away
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