| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: of lodges and wigwams which dotted the little valley; they crimsoned the
swift, narrow river, rushing noisily over its rocky bed. The banks of the
stream were lined with rows of canoes; here and there a bridge made of a
single tree spanned the stream. From the camp fires long, thin columns of blue
smoke curled lazily upward; giant maple trees, in them garb of purple and
gold, rose high above the wigwams, adding a further beauty to this peaceful
scene.
As Isaac was led down a lane between two long lines of tepees the watching
Indians did not make the demonstration that usually marked the capture of a
paleface. Some of the old squaws looked up from their work round the campfires
and steaming kettles and grinned as the prisoner passed. The braves who were
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: whenever I would let her, which could not be all the time, as
our preservation depended largely upon the rapidity with which
I could gain knowledge of the geography and customs of Caspak,
and accordingly I had to ask numerous questions myself.
I enjoyed immensely hearing and answering her, so naive were
many of her queries and so filled with wonder was she at the
things I told her of the world beyond the lofty barriers of
Caspak; not once did she seem to doubt me, however marvelous my
statements must have seemed; and doubtless they were the cause
of marvel to Ajor, who before had never dreamed that any life
existed beyond Caspak and the life she knew.
The People That Time Forgot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: light broke in her face and an excited idea sprang to her lips in
the appeal: "You HAVE forgiven him?"
"How, if I hadn't, could I linger here?"
She visibly winced at the deep but unintended irony of this; but
even while she did so she panted quickly: "Then in the lights on
your altar - ?"
"There's never a light for Acton Hague!"
She stared with a dreadful fall, "But if he's one of your Dead?"
"He's one of the world's, if you like - he's one of yours. But
he's not one of mine. Mine are only the Dead who died possessed of
me. They're mine in death because they were mine in life."
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