| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "He is a strange, half-savage creature of the jungle, Miss
Porter. We know nothing of him. He neither speaks nor
understands any European tongue--and his ornaments and
weapons are those of the West Coast savages."
Clayton was speaking rapidly.
"There are no other human beings than savages within
hundreds of miles, Miss Porter. He must belong to the tribes
which attacked us, or to some other equally savage--he may
even be a cannibal."
Jane blanched.
"I will not believe it," she half whispered. "It is not true.
Tarzan of the Apes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: that he was taking a last leave of his own self. Mrs. Travers did
not say a word, but Immada threw herself between them and cried:
"You are a cruel woman! You are driving him away from where his
strength is. You put madness into his heart, O! Blind--without
pity--without shame! . . ."
"Immada," said Hassim's calm voice. Nobody moved.
"What did she say to me?" faltered Mrs. Travers and again
repeated in a voice that sounded hard, "What did she say?"
"Forgive her," said Lingard. "Her fears are for me . . ."--"It's
about your going?" Mrs. Travers interrupted, swiftly.
"Yes, it is--and you must forgive her." He had turned away his
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: looked as if they had just happened in. Soiled waiters ran to and
fro, swooping down like hawks on the unwary in the throng;
clattering along the aisles with trays covered with glasses;
stumbling over women's skirts and charging two prices for
everything but beer, all with a swiftness that blurred the view of
the cocoanut palms and dusty monstrosities painted upon the walls
of the room. A bouncer, with an immense load of business upon his
hands, plunged about in the crowd, dragging bashful strangers to
prominent chairs, ordering waiters here and there and quarreling
furiously with men who wanted to sing with the orchestra.
The usual smoke cloud was present, but so dense that heads and
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
