| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: She suddenly turned white and drew in her breath sharply.
"Don't talk to me like that. You have no right to talk to me like that. I
am another man's wife."
"Hum," he sneered, throwing back his head, "that's rather late in the game,
and that's been your trump card all along. You only love Victor on the
cat-and-cream principle--you a poor little starved kitten that he's given
everything to, that he's carried in his breast, never dreaming that those
little pink claws could tear out a man's heart."
She stirred, looking at him with almost fear in her eyes.
"After all"--unsteadily--"this is my room; I'll have to ask you to go."
But he stumbled towards her, knelt down by the couch, burying his head in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: Herodias heard it from the farther end of the palace. Drawn by an
irresistible though terrible fascination, she made her way through the
throng, and, reaching Mannaeus, she leant one hand on his shoulder and
bent over to listen.
The hollow voice rose again from the depths of the earth.
"Woe to thee, Sadducees and Pharisees! Thy voices are like the
tinkling of cymbals! O race of vipers, bursting with pride!"
The voice of Iaokanann was recognised. His name was whispered about.
Spectators from a distance pressed closer to the open pit.
"Woe to thee, O people! Woe to the traitors of Judah, and to the
drunkards of Ephraim, who dwelt in the fertile valleys and stagger
Herodias |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: Bot, fader, so as it is riht
In forme of schrifte to beknowe
What thing belongeth to the slowe,
Your faderhode I wolde preie,
If ther be forthere eny weie
Touchende unto this ilke vice.
Mi Sone, ye, of this office 530
Ther serveth on in special,
Which lost hath his memorial,
So that he can no wit withholde
In thing which he to kepe is holde,
Confessio Amantis |
