| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Falk by Joseph Conrad: of her head, while the way of the tug carried slowly
past her the lingering and profound homage of the
man. There was for me an enormous significance
in the scene, the sense of having witnessed a solemn
declaration. The die was cast. After such a man-
ifestation he couldn't back out. And I reflected
that it was nothing whatever to me now. With a
rush of black smoke belching suddenly out of the
funnel, and a mad swirl of paddle-wheels provoking
a burst of weird and precipitated clapping, the tug
shot out of the desolate arena. The rocky islets
Falk |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: priest used to come and talk to me; and the things he said kep' me
from going crazy. He seemed to make everything easier."
"Oh, sister, how could you?" Ann Eliza wailed. She knew
little of the Catholic religion except that "Papists" believed in
it--in itself a sufficient indictment. Her spiritual rebellion had
not freed her from the formal part of her religious belief, and
apostasy had always seemed to her one of the sins from which the
pure in mind avert their thoughts.
"And then when the baby was born," Evelina continued, "he
christened it right away, so it could go to heaven; and after that,
you see, I had to be a Catholic."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: follow me."
"He is in attendance on me," said Blount--"on me, the noble Earl
of Sussex's master of horse."
"I have nothing to say to that," answered the messenger; "my
orders are directly from her Majesty, and concern this gentleman
only."
So saying, he walked away, followed by Walter, leaving the others
behind, Blount's eyes almost starting from his head with the
excess of his astonishment. At length he gave vent to it in an
exclamation, "Who the good jere would have thought this!" And
shaking his head with a mysterious air, he walked to his own
Kenilworth |
