|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey:
never find Mescal."
Hare's gaze travelled down over the tips of cedar and crag to a pleasant
vale, dotted with round mound-like white-streaked hogans, from which lazy
floating columns of blue smoke curled upward. Mustangs and burros and
sheep browsed on the white patches of grass. Bright-red blankets blazed
on the cedar branches. There was slow colorful movement of Indians,
passing in and out of their homes. The scene brought irresistibly to
Hare the thought of summer, of long warm afternoons, of leisure that took
no stock of time.
On the way down the trail they encountered a flock of sheep driven by a
little Navajo boy on a brown burro. It was difficult to tell which was
The Heritage of the Desert
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James:
clear opportunity for just another figure. "Just one more - to
round it off; just one more, just one," continued to hum in his
head. There was a strange confusion in the thought, for he felt
the day to be near when he too should be one of the Others. What
in this event would the Others matter to him, since they only
mattered to the living? Even as one of the Dead what would his
altar matter to him, since his particular dream of keeping it up
had melted away? What had harmony to do with the case if his
lights were all to be quenched? What he had hoped for was an
instituted thing. He might perpetuate it on some other pretext,
but his special meaning would have dropped. This meaning was to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
physical disabilities,' said Clifford. 'All the love-business for
example, it might just as well go. I suppose it would if we could breed
babies in bottles.'
'No!' cried Olive. 'That might leave all the more room for fun.'
'I suppose,' said Lady Bennerley, contemplatively, 'if the
love-business went, something else would take its place. Morphia,
perhaps. A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully
refreshing for everybody.'
'The government releasing ether into the air on Saturdays, for a
cheerful weekend!' said Jack. 'Sounds all right, but where should we be
Lady Chatterley's Lover