| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: telling you about the clothes as uncalled for or spun out, for they
have a great deal to do with the story. He used to seat himself on a
bench under the great poplar in our plaza, and there he would keep
us all hanging open-mouthed on the stories he told us of his exploits.
There was no country on the face of the globe he had not seen, nor
battle he had not been engaged in; he had killed more Moors than there
are in Morocco and Tunis, and fought more single combats, according to
his own account, than Garcilaso, Diego Garcia de Paredes and a
thousand others he named, and out of all he had come victorious
without losing a drop of blood. On the other hand he showed marks of
wounds, which, though they could not be made out, he said were gunshot
Don Quixote |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Then we shall be friends, Norman of Torn, for albeit
I have few enemies no man has too many friends, and
I like your face and your manner, though there be
much to wish for in your manners. Sit down and eat
with me, and I will talk to your heart's content, for be
there one other thing I more love than eating, it is
talking."
With the priest's aid the boy laid aside his armor, for
it was heavy and uncomfortable, and together the two
sat down to the meal that was already partially on the
board.
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: apparently doomed block-house, that spark was like the eye of Hell.
"Ho, the Fort," yelled Col. Zane with all the power of hit strong lungs. "Ho,
Silas, the roof is on fire!"
Pandemonium had now broken out among the Indians. They could be plainly seen
in the red glare thrown by the burning cabin. It had been a very dry season,
the rough shingles were like tinder, and the inflammable material burst
quickly into great flames, lighting up the valley as far as the edge of the
forest. It was an awe-inspiring and a horrible spectacle. Columns of yellow
and black smoke rolled heavenward; every object seemed dyed a deep crimson;
the trees assumed fantastic shapes; the river veiled itself under a red glow.
Above the roaring and crackling of the flames rose the inhuman yelling of the
Betty Zane |
