| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: there's not time."
Over there in the hotel sat his sweetheart alone, away from her
mother, her friends, her home, waiting his return, knowing
nothing. He looked into the west. Between the sun and the bright
ridges of the mountains was still a space of sky; but the shadow
from the mountains' feet had drawn halfway toward the town.
"About forty minutes more," he said aloud. "She has been raised
so different." And he sighed as he turned back. As he went
slowly, he did not know how great was his own unhappiness. "She
has been raised so different," he said again.
Opposite the post-office the bishop of Wyoming met him and
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: her the while she sobbed on his shoulder.
"A cattle stampede is a nasty thing to get in front of. Never
mind. It's done with now and everybody's safe."
She drew a long breath. "Yes, everybody's safe and you are back
home. Why didn't you come after your cousin was killed?"
"I had to finish my work."
"And DID you finish it?"
"I think we did. There will be no more Shoshone gang. It's
members have scatted in all directions."
"I'm glad you stayed, then. We can live at peace now." And
presently she added: "I knew you would not come back until you
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: a coach that was coming towards me from the other end of the street.
As it drew nearer I observed that it was the Swiss diligence;
it stopped just where I was standing, and on the door being opened,
I perceived Henry Clerval, who, on seeing me, instantly sprung out.
"My dear Frankenstein," exclaimed he, "how glad I am to see you!
How fortunate that you should be here at the very moment of my alighting!"
Nothing could equal my delight on seeing Clerval; his presence
brought back to my thoughts my father, Elizabeth, and all those
scenes of home so dear to my recollection. I grasped his hand,
and in a moment forgot my horror and misfortune; I felt suddenly,
and for the first time during many months, calm and serene joy.
Frankenstein |
