| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: dumbly across into the wood, knowing he was standing there watching
her, with that incomprehensible grin on his face.
She walked home very much downcast and annoyed. She didn't at all like
his saying he had been made use of because, in a sense, it was true.
But he oughtn't to have said it. Therefore, again, she was divided
between two feelings: resentment against him, and a desire to make it
up with him.
She passed a very uneasy and irritated tea-time, and at once went up to
her room. But when she was there it was no good; she could neither sit
nor stand. She would have to do something about it. She would have to
go back to the hut; if he was not there, well and good.
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: it to him.
"Forgive me," I said. "I could not help it, but I had been
thinking that it was of dear Lucy that you wished to ask,
and so that you might not have time to wait, not on my account,
but because I know your time must be precious, I have written
it out on the typewriter for you."
He took it and his eyes glistened. "You are so good," he said.
"And may I read it now? I may want to ask you some things
when I have read."
"By all means," I said. "read it over whilst I order lunch,
and then you can ask me questions whilst we eat."
Dracula |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad: forgotten he had told me this important fact before.
Truly a nice little tale.
"You had better slip down into my stateroom now," I said,
moving off stealthily. My double followed my movements;
our bare feet made no sound; I let him in, closed the door
with care, and, after giving a call to the second mate,
returned on deck for my relief.
"Not much sign of any wind yet," I remarked when he approached.
"No, sir. Not much," he assented, sleepily, in his hoarse voice,
with just enough deference, no more, and barely suppressing a yawn.
"Well, that's all you have to look out for. You have got your orders."
The Secret Sharer |
