| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common
in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things.
There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which
sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The
thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the
direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It
is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it,
and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.
Where there is sorrow there in holy ground. Some day people will
realise what that means. They will know nothing of life till they
do, - and natures like his can realise it. When I was brought down
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: Lord," I gasped. "The man's been murdered!"
CHAPTER IV
NUMBERS SEVEN AND NINE
Afterwards, when I tried to recall our discovery of the body in
lower ten, I found that my most vivid impression was not that made
by the revelation of the opened curtain. I had an instantaneous
picture of a slender blue-gowned girl who seemed to sense my words
rather than hear them, of two small hands that clutched desperately
at the seat beside them. The girl in the aisle stood, bent toward
us, perplexity and alarm fighting in her face.
With twitching hands the porter attempted to draw the curtains
The Man in Lower Ten |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchesse de Langeais by Honore de Balzac: Before the women, in their blank amazement, could think of making
a search, the Duchess had been lowered by a cord to the foot of
the crags, and Montriveau's companions had destroyed all traces
of their work. By nine o'clock that morning there was not a sign
to show that either staircase or wire-cables had ever existed,
and Sister Theresa's body had been taken on board. The brig came
into the port to ship her crew, and sailed that day.
Montriveau, down in the cabin, was left alone with Antoinette de
Navarreins. For some hours it seemed as if her dead face was
transfigured for him by that unearthly beauty which the calm of
death gives to the body before it perishes.
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