| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: People did not return, they must soon have perished.
It was a bad climate down there by the sea. The Folk
were not constituted for the coast-dwelling life.
We travelled south, for days skirting the great swamp
but never venturing into it. Once we broke back to the
westward, crossing a range of mountains and coming down
to the coast. But it was no place for us. There were
no trees--only bleak headlands, a thundering surf, and
strong winds that seemed never to cease from blowing.
We turned back across the mountains, travelling east
and south, until we came in touch with the great swamp
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: the scene its aspect of immensity was the vast spaces separating tree
from tree. It was like some gigantic, supernatural hall in a life
after death. The lowest branches were fifty yards or more from the
ground. There was no underbrush; the soil was carpeted only by the
dead, wet leaves. He looked all around him, to find his direction,
but the cliffs of Sant, which he had descended, were invisible -
every way was like every other way, he had no idea which quarter to
attack. He grew frightened, and muttered to himself. Craning his
neck back, he stared upward and tried to discover the points of the
compass from the direction of the sunlight, but it was impossible.
While he was standing there, anxious and hesitating, he heard the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: see how I'll have to turn handsprings in front of you, like
the school-boy in the McCutcheon cartoon? Don't you see how
I'll have to flex my muscles--like this--to show you how
strong I am? I may even have to beat you, eventually. Why,
child, I've chummed with lions, and bears, and wolves, and
everything, because of you, you little devil in the red cap!
I've climbed unclimbable mountains. I've frozen my feet in
blizzards. I've wandered for days on a mountain top, lost,
living on dried currants and milk chocolate,--and Lord! how
I hate milk chocolate! I've dodged snowslides, and slept in
trees; I've endured cold, and hunger and thirst, through
Fanny Herself |
