| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: "They're gone, Miss Withersteen, gone these ten days past. Dorn
told me, and I rode down to see for myself."
"Lassiter--did you know?" asked Jane, whirling to him.
"I reckon so....But what was the use to tell you?"
It was Lassiter turning away his face and Blake studying the
stone flags at his feet that brought Jane to the understanding of
what she betrayed. She strove desperately, but she could not rise
immediately from such a blow.
"My horses! My horses! What's become of them?"
"Dorn said the riders report another drive by Oldring....And I
trailed the horses miles down the slope toward Deception Pass."
Riders of the Purple Sage |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: them up somehow. At the very best they'll simply be decent
people. That's all I can hope for. And to gain simply that--what
agonies, what toil! ...One's whole life ruined!" Again she
recalled what the young peasant woman had said, and again she was
revolted at the thought; but she could not help admitting that
there was a grain of brutal truth in the words.
"Is it far now, Mihail?" Darya Alexandrovna asked the
countinghouse clerk, to turn her mind from thoughts that were
frightening her.
"From this village, they say, it's five miles." The carriage
drove along the village street and onto a bridge. On the bridge
Anna Karenina |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce: lungs. To die of hanging at the bottom of a river! -- the
idea seemed to him ludicrous. He opened his eyes in the
darkness and saw above him a gleam of light, but how distant,
how inaccessible! He was still sinking, for the light became
fainter and fainter until it was a mere glimmer. Then it
began to grow and brighten, and he knew that he was rising
toward the surface -- knew it with reluctance, for he was now
very comfortable. "To be hanged and drowned," he thought,
"that is not so bad; but I do not wish to be shot. No; I
will not be shot; that is not fair."
He was not conscious of an effort, but a sharp pain in his
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge |
