| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: still known among the Spaniards as the noche triste. On the
afternoon before that night a council was held in the palace at
which I spoke, saying, I was certain that the Teules thought of
retreat from the city, and in the dark, for otherwise they would
not have been so eager to fill up the canals in the causeway. To
this Cuitlahua, who now that Montezuma was dead would be emperor,
though he was not yet chosen and crowned, answered that it might
well be that the Teules meditated flight, but that they could never
attempt it in the darkness, since in so doing they must become
entangled in the streets and dykes.
I replied that though it was not the Aztec habit to march and fight
Montezuma's Daughter |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac: fragile, this milk-white creature, so yielding, so submissive, so
gentle, her brow so endearing, the hair that crowns it so fair and
fine, this tender woman, whose brilliancy is phosphorescent and
fugitive, has, in truth, an iron nature. No horse, no matter how fiery
he may be, can conquer her vigorous wrist, or strive against that hand
so soft in appearance, but never tired. She has the foot of a doe, a
thin, muscular little foot, indescribably graceful in outline. She is
so strong that she fears no struggle; men cannot follow her on
horseback; she would win a steeple-chase against a centaur; she can
bring down a stag without stopping her horse. Her body never
perspires; it inhales the fire of the atmosphere, and lives in water
The Lily of the Valley |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: But at night he was not idle. He met Laramie, Morton, Zimmer,
and others of like character; a secret club had been formed;
and all the members were ready for action. Duane spent hours at
night watching the house where Floyd Lawson stayed when he was
not up at Longstreth's. At night he was visited, or at least
the house was, by strange men who were swift, stealthy,
mysterious--all that kindly disposed friends or neighbors would
not have been. Duane had not been able to recognize any of
these night visitors; and he did not think the time was ripe
for a bold holding-up of one of them. Nevertheless, he was sure
such an event would discover Lawson, or some one in that house,
The Lone Star Ranger |
