| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: about to return with her sister to Jones's Hotel, she made an earnest
request that they should be driven home by way of Westminster Abbey.
She had begun by asking whether it would not be possible to take the Tower
on the way to their lodgings; but it happened that at a more primitive stage
of her culture Mrs. Westgate had paid a visit to this venerable monument,
which she spoke of ever afterward vaguely as a dreadful disappointment;
so that she expressed the liveliest disapproval of any attempt to combine
historical researches with the purchase of hairbrushes and notepaper.
The most she would consent to do in this line was to spend half
an hour at Madame Tussaud's, where she saw several dusty wax effigies
of members of the royal family. She told Bessie that if she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: "`Art thou sure? ' said the man in the cloak.
"`Yes, my prince.'"
"My prince!" interrupted D'Artagnan.
"Yes, `my prince;' but listen. `If he is here' -- this is
what the other man said -- `let's see decidedly what to do
with him.'
"`What to do with him?' answered the prince.
"`Yes, he's not a man to allow himself to be taken anyhow;
he'll defend himself.'
"`Well, we must try to take him alive. Have you cords to
bind him with and a gag to stop his mouth?'
Twenty Years After |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: but he broke off, and a slow, dull crimson blotted over the
healthy red-brown of his neck and cheeks.
"What you do or think, Stewart, is no concern of mine."
"Miss--Miss Hammond! You don't believe--" faltered Stewart.
The crimson receded from his face, leaving it pale. His eyes were
appealing. They had a kind of timid look that struck Madeline
even in her anger. There was something boyish about him then.
He took a step forward and reached out with his hand open-palmed
in a gesture that was humble, yet held a certain dignity.
"But listen. Never mind now what you--you think about me.
There's a good reason--"
The Light of Western Stars |
