| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: discussed so lightly once upon a time. And with this he was forced
to be content.
Somehow, all his money seemed to fade away in Home drafts and the
crushing Exchange, and the tone of the Home letters changed and grew
querulous. "Why wouldn't Dicky have his wife and the baby out?
Surely he had a salary--a fine salary--and it was too bad of him to
enjoy himself in India. But would he--could he--make the next draft
a little more elastic?" Here followed a list of baby's kit, as long
as a Parsee's bill. Then Dicky, whose heart yearned to his wife and
the little son he had never seen--which, again, is a feeling no boy
is entitled to--enlarged the draft and wrote queer half-boy, half-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: there, Cursy was not attacked too seriously--his plays succeeded. For
these reasons he would not have separated from Tullia for an empire.
If she had been unfaithful, he would probably have passed it over, on
condition that none of his accustomed joys should be retrenched; yet,
strange to say, Tullia caused him no twinges on this account. No fancy
was laid to her charge; if there had been any, she certainly had been
very careful of appearances.
" 'My dear fellow,' du Bruel would say, laying down the law to us on
the boulevard, 'there is nothing like one of these women who have sown
their wild oats and got over their passions. Such women as Claudine
have lived their bachelor life; they have been over head and ears in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: "His back won't break so easy....Dick, take plenty of shells for
your Remington. An' don't forget your field glass."
In less than an hour after the time of the raid the three rangers,
heavily armed and superbly mounted on fresh horses, rode out
on the trail. As Gale turned to look back from the far bank of
Forlorn River, he saw Nell waving a white scarf. He stood high
in his stirrups and waved his sombrero. Then the mesquites hid
the girl's slight figure, and Gale wheeled grim-faced to follow
the rangers.
They rode in single file with Ladd in the lead. He did not keep
to the trail of the raiders all the time. He made short cuts.
Desert Gold |
