| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: saint. She gathered strength to bid us all good-bye, and that voice,
heard for the last time, rent our hearts. When she asked pardon for
the pain she might unwillingly have caused her servants, there were
cries and sobs and--"
"Enough! enough!" said Jules.
He wanted to be alone, that he might read the last words of the woman
whom all had loved, and who had passed away like a flower.
"My beloved, this is my last will. Why should we not make wills
for the treasures of our hearts, as for our worldly property? Was
not my love my property, my all? I mean here to dispose of my
love: it was the only fortune of your Clemence, and it is all that
Ferragus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: might encounter more of the savage bears, which they had learned to
dread with all their hearts.
"You'll have to make a dash, Jim," said the Wizard, "and run as fast
as you can go."
"All right," answered the horse; "I'll do my best. But you must
remember I'm old, and my dashing days are past and gone."
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim
needed no guidance of any sort. The horse was still smarting from the
sharp claws of the invisible bears, and as soon as he was on land and
headed toward the mountain the thought that more of those fearsome
creatures might be near acted as a spur and sent him galloping along
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: of the Glockner against the eastern sky.
This is the frozen world. Here the Winter, driven back into his
stronghold, makes his last stand against the Summer, in perpetual
conflict, retreating by day to the mountain-peak, but creeping back
at night in frost and snow to regain a little of his lost
territory, until at last the Summer is wearied out, and the Winter
sweeps down again to claim the whole valley for his own.
VI.
In the Pragerhut I found mountain comfort. There were bunks along
the wall of the guest-room, with plenty of blankets. There was
good store of eggs, canned meats, and nourishing black bread. The
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