| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: support, but there was none, and with a sickening lunge he
plunged downward into Stygian darkness.
His fall was a short one, and he brought up with a painful
thud at the bottom of a deer pit--a covered trap which the
natives dig to catch their fleet-footed prey.
The pain of his wounds after the fall was excruciating. His
head whirled dizzily. He knew that he was dying, and then all
went black.
When consciousness returned to the mucker it was daylight.
The sky above shone through the ragged hole that his falling
body had broken in the pit's covering the night before.
The Mucker |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: humbled myself in the dust for them. What could you expect? The
most beautiful nature, the noblest soul, would have been spoiled
by such indulgence. I am a wretch, I am justly punished. I, and I
only, am to blame for all their sins; I spoiled them. To-day they
are as eager for pleasure as they used to be for sugar-plums.
When they were little girls I indulged them in every whim. They
had a carriage of their own when they were fifteen. They have
never been crossed. I am guilty, and not they--but I sinned
through love.
"My heart would open at the sound of their voices. I can hear
them; they are coming. Yes! yes! they are coming. The law demands
Father Goriot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: wheel began an apparently incurable squeaking. He felt as a man
from Mars would feel if he were suddenly transferred to this
planet, about three times as heavy as he was wont to feel. The
two little black figures had vanished over the forehead of the
hill. "The tracks'll be all right," said Mr. Hoopdriver.
That was a comforting reflection. It not only justified a slow
progress up the hill, but at the crest a sprawl on the turf
beside the road, to contemplate the Weald from the south. In a
matter of two days he had crossed that spacious valley, with its
frozen surge of green hills, its little villages and townships
here and there, its copses and cornfields, its ponds and streams
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