| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: so much attention to Gene, either. It's Nels and Monty he's
watchin'. And well he need do it! There, Nick and Frank have
settled down on that log with Booly. They don't seem to be
packin' guns. But look how heavy their vests hang. A gun in
each side! Those boys can pull a gun and flop over that log
quicker than you can think. Do you notice how Nels and Monty and
Gene are square between them guerrillas and the trail up here?
It doesn't seem on purpose, but it is. Look at Nels and Monty.
How quiet they are confabbin' together, payin' no attention to
the guerrillas. I see Monty look at Gene, then I see Nels look
at Gene. Well, it's up to Gene. And they're goin' to back him.
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: been on fire with love of her since the moment of
his actual surrender, and he was determined to have
her if there were no other recourse but elopement.
All his old and intense love of personal freedom
had melted out of form in the crucible of his lover's
imagination. That he should have doubted for a
moment that Concha was the woman for whom his
soul had held itself aloof and unshackled was a
matter for contemptuous wonder, and the pride he
had taken in his keen and swift perceptive faculties
suffered an eclipse. Mind and soul and body he
Rezanov |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: Shakespear as the superior of Alexander in self-control, and the
greatest of teetotallers.
Now this system of inventing your great man to start with, and then
rejecting all the materials that do not fit him, with the ridiculous
result that you have to declare that there are no materials at all
(with your waste-paper basket full of them), ends in leaving
Shakespear with a much worse character than he deserves. For though
it does not greatly matter whether he wrote the lousy Lucy lines or
not, and does not really matter at all whether he got drunk when he
made a night of it with Jonson and Drayton, the sonnets raise an
unpleasant question which does matter a good deal; and the refusal of
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