| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair: "Szalin!" Marija would scream. "Palauk! isz kelio! What are you paid for,
children of hell?" And so, in sheer terror, the orchestra would strike up
again, and Marija would return to her place and take up her task.
She bore all the burden of the festivities now. Ona was kept up by her
excitement, but all of the women and most of the men were tired--the soul
of Marija was alone unconquered. She drove on the dancers--what had once
been the ring had now the shape of a pear, with Marija at the stem, pulling
one way and pushing the other. shouting, stamping, singing, a very volcano
of energy. Now and then some one coming in or out would leave the door
open, and the night air was chill; Marija as she passed would stretch out
her foot and kick the doorknob, and slam would go the door! Once this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: "Oh, certainly, sir."
"Then I will begin by asking you about the events of yesterday
afternoon. Your mistress had a quarrel?" 43>
"Yes, sir. But I don't know that I ought----" Dorcas hesitated.
Poirot looked at her keenly.
"My good Dorcas, it is necessary that I should know every detail
of that quarrel as fully as possible. Do not think that you are
betraying your mistress's secrets. Your mistress lies dead, and
it is necessary that we should know all--if we are to avenge her.
Nothing can bring her back to life, but we do hope, if there has
been foul play, to bring the murderer to justice."
The Mysterious Affair at Styles |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: a place where we could soon cover Shorty with earth. As we lifted
him we saw the newspaper that he had been reading. He had brought
it from the clump of cottonwoods where he and the other man had
made a later visit than ours to be sure of the fate of their
friends--or possibly in hopes of another horse. Evidently, when
the party were surprised, they had been able to escape with only
one. All of the newspaper was there save the leaf I had picked
up--all and more, for this had pencil writing on it that was not
mine, nor did I at first take it in. I thought it might be a
clew, and I read it aloud. "Good-by, Jeff," it said. "I could not
have spoke to you without playing the baby."
The Virginian |
