| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: his back was toward Schwartz and the other advancing Germans.
Schwartz was almost upon Bradley with gun clubbed and ready to
smash down upon the Englishman's skull. Brady and Olson were
charging the Germans in the rear with Wilson, Whitely, and
Sinclair supporting them with bare fists. It seemed that Bradley
was doomed when, apparently out of space, an arrow whizzed,
striking Schwartz in the side, passing half-way through his body
to crumple him to earth. With a shriek the man fell, and at the
same time Olson and Brady saw the slim figure of a young girl
standing at the edge of the jungle coolly fitting another arrow
to her bow.
Out of Time's Abyss |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Take the reeds that grow beside you,
Deck them with your brightest feathers,
Smoke the calumet together,
And as brothers live henceforward!"
Then upon the ground the warriors
Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer-skin,
Threw their weapons and their war-gear,
Leaped into the rushing river,
Washed the war-paint from their faces.
Clear above them flowed the water,
Clear and limpid from the footprints
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: the intention of a passage, he brought the substance of it across
by irregular and astonishing means. He wore his teachers out.
He could never learn like other people, never acquired any finish.
He was always a Negro prodigy who played barbarously and wonderfully.
As piano-playing, it was perhaps abominable, but as music it was
something real, vitalized by a sense of rhythm that was stronger
than his other physical senses--that not only filled his dark mind,
but worried his body incessantly. To hear him, to watch him,
was to see a Negro enjoying himself as only a Negro can.
It was as if all the agreeable sensations possible to creatures
of flesh and blood were heaped up on those black-and-white keys,
My Antonia |
