| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: rock. "That's better," he said, to cover his momentary uneasiness,
and retreated back to his old station by the mantelpiece. It never
entered his head that his wife could give him up. He felt a little
ashamed of himself, for he was fond and generous. What could he
do? Everything had been said already. He protested vehemently.
"By heavens! You know that I hunted high and low. I ran the risk
of giving myself away to find somebody for that accursed job. And
I tell you again I couldn't find anyone crazy enough or hungry
enough. What do you take me for - a murderer, or what? The boy is
gone. Do you think I wanted him to blow himself up? He's gone.
His troubles are over. Ours are just going to begin, I tell you,
The Secret Agent |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: Then the Sheriff's heart was bitter within him; but, not
daring to say anything, he only gazed upon the ground.
Robin looked keenly at him for a time before he spoke again.
Then said he, "Now, Master Sheriff, the last time thou camest to
Sherwood Forest thou didst come seeking to despoil a poor spendthrift,
and thou wert despoiled thine own self; but now thou comest seeking
to do no harm, nor do I know that thou hast despoiled any man.
I take my tithes from fat priests and lordly squires, to help
those that they despoil and to raise up those that they bow down;
but I know not that thou hast tenants of thine own whom thou
hast wronged in any way. Therefore, take thou thine own again,
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin: British miles. Might it not thus readily be overlooked
When an animal is killed by the sportsman in a lonely valley
may he not all the while be watched from above by th
sharp-sighted bird? And will not the manner of its descen
proclaim throughout the district to the whole family o
carrion-feeders, that their prey is at hand?
When the condors are wheeling in a flock round an
round any spot, their flight is beautiful. Except when risin
from the ground, I do not recollect ever having seen on
of these birds flap its wings. Near Lima, I watched severa
for nearly half an hour, without once taking off my eyes
The Voyage of the Beagle |
