| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: "The Count came up and walked by her side as if she had given him an
assignation. He followed her with a courteous persistence, a
persistence in good taste, giving the lady from time to time, and
always at the right moment, an authoritative glance, which compelled
her to submit to his escort. Anybody but La Palferine would have been
frozen by his reception, and disconcerted by the lady's first efforts
to rid herself of her cavalier, by her chilly air, her curt speeches;
but no gravity, with all the will in the world, could hold out long
against La Palferine's jesting replies. The fair stranger went into
her milliner's shop. Charles Edward followed, took a seat, and gave
his opinions and advice like a man that meant to pay. This coolness
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: world, he could look into his unquiet soul without bitterness.
Did not the desert magnify men? Cameron believed that wild men
in wild places, fighting cold, heat, starvation, thirst, barrenness,
facing the elements in all their ferocity, usually retrograded,
descended to the savage, lost all heart and soul and became mere
brutes. Likewise he believed that men wandering or lost in the
wilderness often reversed that brutal order of life and became
noble, wonderful, super-human. So now he did not marvel at a slow
stir stealing warmer along his veins, and at the premonition that
perhaps he and this man, alone on the desert, driven there by life's
mysterious and remorseless motive, were to see each other through
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart: lose a lover, no matter what she may say about it, but Jim had
been getting on my nerves for some time, and I was much calmer
than he expected me to be.
"If you mean," I said finally in desperation, "that you and Bella
are--are in love, why don't you say so, Jim? I think you will
find that I stand it wonderfully."
He brightened perceptibly.
"I didn't know how you would take it, Kit," he said, "and I hope
we will always be bully friends. You are absolutely sure you
don't care a whoop for me?"
"Absolutely," I replied, and we shook hands on it. Then he began
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