| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: I don't know how. In the city, producers, merchants, waiters serve you for
money. The meal is a transaction. It has no significance. It is money that
keeps you from starvation. But in the West money doesn't mean much. You
must work to live."
Carley leaned her elbows on the table and gazed at him curiously and
admiringly. "Old fellow, you're a wonder. I can't tell you how proud I am
of you. That you could come West weak and sick, and fight your way to
health, and learn to be self-sufficient! It is a splendid achievement. It
amazes me. I don't grasp it. I want to think. Nevertheless I--"
"What?" he queried, as she hesitated.
"Oh, never mind now," she replied, hastily, averting her eyes.
The Call of the Canyon |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: disputatious rather than a meditative mood--"you have erred
perhaps in attempting to put color and life into each of your
statements instead of confining yourself to the task of placing
upon record that severe reasoning from cause to effect which is
really the only notable feature about the thing."
"It seems to me that I have done you full justice in the matter,"
I remarked with some coldness, for I was repelled by the egotism
which I had more than once observed to be a strong factor in my
friend's singular character.
"No, it is not selfishness or conceit," said he, answering, as
was his wont, my thoughts rather than my words. "If I claim full
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: the embroidered souvenirs, the new food, and the old family "pieces."
So this delightful girl was a verbal skirmisher! Now nothing is more to
my liking than the verbal skirmish, and therefore I began one
immediately. "I see you quite know," was the first light shot that I
hazarded.
Her retort to this was merely a very bland and inquiring stare.
I now aimed a trifle nearer the mark. "About him--her--it! Since you
practically live in the Exchange, how can you exactly help yourself?"
Her laughter came back. "It's all, you know, so much later than 1812."
"Later! Why, a lot of it is to happen yet!"
She leaned over the counter. "Tell me what you know about it," she said
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