| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: however, as minutely as he may, and finds himself curious to know
the progress of matters at home--how his exemplary wife will
endure her widowhood of a week; and, briefly, how the little
sphere of creatures and circumstances, in which he was a central
object, will be affected by his removal. A morbid vanity,
therefore, lies nearest the bottom of the affair. But, how is he
to attain his ends? Not, certainly, by keeping close in this
comfortable lodging, where, though he slept and awoke in the next
street to his home, he is as effectually abroad as if the
stage-coach had been whirling him away all night. Yet, should he
reappear, the whole project is knocked in the head. His poor
Twice Told Tales |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll: " 'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!'
"It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle's last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
Brimming over with quivering curds!
"It is this, it is this--" "We have had that before!"
The Bellman indignantly said.
And the Baker replied "Let me say it once more.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: impossible."
"It is impossible, not because the Indian does not want Christianity, but
because such white men as the Girty's rule. The beautiful Village of Peace
owes its ruin to the renegades," said Colonel Zane impressively.
"Captain Williamson could have prevented the massacre," remarked Jim.
"Possibly. It was a bad place for him, and I think he was wrong not to try,"
declared the colonel.
"Hullo!" cried Jonathan Zane, getting up from the steps where he sat listening
to the conversation.
A familiar soft-moccasined footfall sounded on the path. All turned to see
Wetzel come slowly toward them. His buckskin hunting costume was ragged and
The Spirit of the Border |
