| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: almost seemed as if a shadow of shame rested upon his father's
fair fame, even though the attaint set upon him was unrighteous
and unjust, as Myles knew it must be. He had felt angry and
resentful at the Earl's neglect, and as days passed and he was
not noticed in any way, his heart was at times very bitter.
So now Gascoyne's innocent question touched a sore spot, and
Myles spoke with a sharp, angry pain in his voice that made the
other look quickly up. "Sooner would my Lord have yonder
swineherd serve him in the household than me," said he.
"Why may that be, Myles?" said Gascoyne.
"Because," answered Myles, with the same angry bitterness in his
Men of Iron |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: for every forest. This man must know all that's on his preserve, an' have
it mapped. He must teach his rangers what he knows about trees. Penetier
will be given over entirely to the growin' of yellow pine. Thet thrives
best, an' the parasites must go. All dead an' old timber must be cut, an'
much of thet where the trees are crowded. The north slopes must be cut
enough to let in the sun an' light. Brush, windfalls rottin' logs must be
burned. Thickets of young pine must be thinned. Care oughten be taken not
to cut on the north an' west edges of the forests, as the old guard pines
will break the wind."
"How will you treat miners and prospectors?"
"They must be as free to take up claims as if there wasn't no National
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare: He'le watch the Horologe a double Set,
If Drinke rocke not his Cradle
Mont. It were well
The Generall were put in mind of it:
Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio,
And lookes not on his euills: is not this true?
Enter Rodorigo.
Iago. How now Rodorigo?
I pray you after the Lieutenant, go
Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore
Othello |
