| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: shirt, and washed the wound. It was painful and bled freely, but it was not
much worse than cuts from spikes when playing ball. Herky bound it tightly
with a strip of my shirt-sleeve, and over that my handkerchief.
"Thar, kid, thet'll stiffen up an' be sore fer a day or two, but it ain't
nothin'. You'll soon be bouncin' clubs offen our heads."
It was plain that Herky--and the others, for that matter, except Buell--
thought more of me because I had wielded a club so vigorously.
"Look at thet lump, kid," said Bud, bending his head. "Now, ain't thet a
nice way to treat a feller? It made me plumb mad, it did."
"I'm likely to hurt somebody yet," I declared.
They looked at me curiously. Buell raised his face with a queer smile. Bud
The Young Forester |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde: yesterday I had no idea that there were any families or persons
whose origin was a Terminus. [JACK looks perfectly furious, but
restrains himself.]
JACK. [In a clear, cold voice.] Miss Cardew is the grand-daughter
of the late Mr. Thomas Cardew of 149 Belgrave Square, S.W.; Gervase
Park, Dorking, Surrey; and the Sporran, Fifeshire, N.B.
LADY BRACKNELL. That sounds not unsatisfactory. Three addresses
always inspire confidence, even in tradesmen. But what proof have
I of their authenticity?
JACK. I have carefully preserved the Court Guides of the period.
They are open to your inspection, Lady Bracknell.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: officers and the soldiers, observing the anxiety of a leader in whom
they trusted and whose worth was known to them, knew that his extreme
watchfulness meant danger; but not suspecting its imminence, they
merely stood still and held their breaths by instinct. Like dogs
endeavoring to guess the intentions of a huntsman, whose orders are
incomprehensible to them though they faithfully obey him, the soldiers
gazed in turn at the valley, at the woods by the roadside, at the
stern face of their leader, endeavoring to read their fate. They
questioned each other with their eyes, and more than one smile ran
from lip to lip.
When Hulot returned to his men with an anxious look, Beau-Pied, a
The Chouans |
