| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "I'll fetch him," answered the young man.
He went down to the glass office. A red-faced, white-whiskered
old man looked up. He reminded Paul of a pomeranian dog.
Then the same little man came up the room. He had short legs,
was rather stout, and wore an alpaca jacket. So, with one ear up,
as it were, he came stoutly and inquiringly down the room.
"Good-morning!" he said, hesitating before Mrs. Morel,
in doubt as to whether she were a customer or not.
"Good-morning. I came with my son, Paul Morel. You asked him
to call this morning."
"Come this way," said Mr. Jordan, in a rather snappy little
Sons and Lovers |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: Bankes was dining here. She put a spell on them all, by wishing, so
simply, so directly, and Lily contrasted that abundance with her own
poverty of spirit, and supposed that it was partly that belief (for her
face was all lit up--without looking young, she looked radiant) in this
strange, this terrifying thing, which made Paul Rayley, sitting at her
side, all of a tremor, yet abstract, absorbed, silent. Mrs Ramsay,
Lily felt, as she talked about the skins of vegetables, exalted that,
worshipped that; held her hands over it to warm them, to protect it,
and yet, having brought it all about, somehow laughed, led her victims,
Lily felt, to the altar. It came over her too now--the emotion, the
vibration, of love. How inconspicuous she felt herself by Paul's side!
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: The dai made ende and lost his lyht,
And comen was the derke nyht,
Which al the daies yhe blente.
Jason tok leve and forth he wente,
And whan he cam out of the pres,
He tok to conseil Hercules, 3470
And tolde him hou it was betid,
And preide it scholde wel ben hid,
And that he wolde loke aboute,
Therwhiles that he schal ben oute.
Thus as he stod and hiede nam,
Confessio Amantis |
