| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: Betty did not remember her father or her mother. Long ago when she was a child
she had gone to her brother, laid her head on his shoulder and told him all
her troubles. The desire grew strong within her now. There was comfort in the
strong clasp of his hand. She was not proof against it, and her dark head fell
on his shoulder.
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Alfred Clarke had indeed made his reappearance in Fort Henry. The preceding
October when he left the settlement to go on the expedition up the Monongahela
River his intention had been to return to the fort as soon as he had finished
his work, but what he did do was only another illustration of that fatality
which affects everything. Man hopefully makes his plans and an inexorable
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: "Before you ask me any more, give me some food or I shall die!"
He expected dire punishments, but these blind people were
capable of toleration. They regarded his rebellion as but one more
proof of his general idiocy and inferiority, and after they had
whipped him they appointed him to do the simplest and heaviest work
they had for anyone to do, and he, seeing no other way of living,
did submissively what he was told.
He was ill for some days and they nursed him kindly. That
refined his submission. But they insisted on his lying in the
dark, and that was a great misery. And blind philosophers came and
talked to him of the wicked levity of his mind, and reproved him so
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: persuaded to sit i' one place nor the lads. I know what the lads
are; for I've had four--four I've had, God knows--and if you was
to take and tie 'em up, they'd make a fighting and a crying as if
you was ringing the pigs. But I'll bring you my little chair, and
some bits o' red rag and things for her to play wi'; an' she'll sit
and chatter to 'em as if they was alive. Eh, if it wasn't a sin to
the lads to wish 'em made different, bless 'em, I should ha' been
glad for one of 'em to be a little gell; and to think as I could ha'
taught her to scour, and mend, and the knitting, and everything.
But I can teach 'em this little un, Master Marner, when she gets old
enough."
Silas Marner |
