| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: invitation right then to go riding with a friendly young lady."
She gave him direct, cool, black-blue eyes that met and searched
his. "I'm not at all sure she is friendly. I shall want to find
out the cause of the trouble you have just had before I make up
my mind as to that."
"I judge people by their actions. Y'u didn't wait to find out
before bringing the ambulance into action," he laughed.
"I see you do not mean to tell me."
"You're quite a lawyer, ma'am," he evaded.
"I find you a very slippery witness, then."
"Ask anything y'u like and I'll tell you."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: time to appreciate the close shave, you go up to Prince and
reprove him with your choicest vocabulary. And Prince, gazelle-
eyed and tender, offers to shake hands with you for sugar. I
leave it to any one: a boat would never act that way.
We have some history north of the Bay. Nearly three centuries and
a half ago, that doughty pirate and explorer, Sir Francis Drake,
combing the Pacific for Spanish galleons, anchored in the bight
formed by Point Reyes, on which to-day is one of the richest dairy
regions in the world. Here, less than two decades after Drake,
Sebastien Carmenon piled up on the rocks with a silk-laden galleon
from the Philippines. And in this same bay of Drake, long
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: not survive yours, no, not for a moment. I know him; he would put a
pistol to his head,--there could be no life, no happiness on earth for
him."
Modeste walked a few steps away from her mother, but immediately came
back.
"Why did you leave me?" demanded Madame Mignon.
"You made me cry, mamma," answered Modeste.
"Ah, my little darling, kiss me. You love no one here? you have no
lover, have you?" she asked, holding Modeste on her lap, heart to
heart.
"No, my dear mamma," said the little Jesuit.
Modeste Mignon |
