| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie: She went from bed to bed singing enchantments over them, and
little Michael flung his arms round her. "Mother," he cried,
"I'm glad of you." They were the last words she was to hear from
him for a long time.
No. 27 was only a few yards distant, but there had been a
slight fall of snow, and Father and Mother Darling picked their
way over it deftly not to soil their shoes. They were already
the only persons in the street, and all the stars were watching
them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part
in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment
put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now
Peter Pan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: that matter always stuffy at Cocker's, and she finally settled down
to the safe proposition that the outside element was "changeable."
Anything seemed true that made him so radiantly assent.
This indeed is a small specimen of her cultivation of insidious
ways of making things easy for him--ways to which of course she
couldn't be at all sure he did real justice. Real justice was not
of this world: she had had too often to come back to that; yet,
strangely, happiness was, and her traps had to be set for it in a
manner to keep them unperceived by Mr. Buckton and the counter-
clerk. The most she could hope for apart from the question, which
constantly flickered up and died down, of the divine chance of his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: He yifth his good in such a wise,
That he makth many a man arise,
Which elles scholde falle lowe.
Largesce mai noght ben unknowe;
For what lond that he regneth inne,
It mai noght faile forto winne
Thurgh his decerte love and grace,
Wher it schal faile in other place.
And thus betwen tomoche and lyte
Largesce, which is noght to wyte, 7690
Halt evere forth the middel weie:
Confessio Amantis |
