| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: have enough faith in my own power and beauty to know I could make a man
treat me just as I wanted to be treated."...It floated into her dreams--
that sweet scent of cigarette smoke. And then she remembered that she had
heard nobody go down the stone stairs. Was it possible that the strange
man was still there?...The thought was too absurd--Life didn't play tricks
like that--and yet--she was quite conscious of his nearness. Very quietly
she got up, unhooked from the back of the door a long white gown, buttoned
it on--smiling slyly. She did not know what was going to happen. She only
thought: "Oh, what fun!" and that they were playing a delicious game--this
strange man and she. Very gently she turned the door-handle, screwing up
her face and biting her lip as the lock snapped back. Of course, there he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: for more, for I was rooted as deeply as I was shaken.
Was there a "secret" at Bly--a mystery of Udolpho or an insane,
an unmentionable relative kept in unsuspected confinement?
I can't say how long I turned it over, or how long, in a confusion
of curiosity and dread, I remained where I had had my collision;
I only recall that when I re-entered the house darkness had quite
closed in. Agitation, in the interval, certainly had held me
and driven me, for I must, in circling about the place, have walked
three miles; but I was to be, later on, so much more overwhelmed
that this mere dawn of alarm was a comparatively human chill.
The most singular part of it, in fact--singular as the rest had been--
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: stones. "Now tell me," she said, "all about yourself. Tell me
about yourself; I know such duffers of men! They all do the same
things. How did you get--here? All my men WERE here. They
couldn't have got here if they hadn't been here always. They
wouldn't have thought it right. You've climbed."
"If it's climbing," I said.
She went off at a tangent. "It's--I don't know if you'll
understand--interesting to meet you again. I've remembered you.
I don't know why, but I have. I've used you as a sort of lay
figure--when I've told myself stories. But you've always been
rather stiff and difficult in my stories--in ready-made
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