| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: in the middle of the body. She saw the clumsy breeches slipping down
over the pure, delicate, white loins, the bones showing a little, and
the sense of aloneness, of a creature purely alone, overwhelmed her.
Perfect, white, solitary nudity of a creature that lives alone, and
inwardly alone. And beyond that, a certain beauty of a pure creature.
Not the stuff of beauty, not even the body of beauty, but a lambency,
the warm, white flame of a single life, revealing itself in contours
that one might touch: a body!
Connie had received the shock of vision in her womb, and she knew it;
it lay inside her. But with her mind she was inclined to ridicule. A
man washing himself in a back yard! No doubt with evil-smelling yellow
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: done all this to save me? The courage that it must have taken to
tell me the things that you told me but a moment since, while
courage of a different sort, proves that you are no moral coward,
and the other proves that you are not a physical coward. I could
not love a coward."
"You mean that you love me?" he gasped in astonishment, taking
a step toward her as though to gather her into his arms; but
she placed her hand against him and pushed him gently away,
as much as to say, not yet. What she did mean she scarcely knew.
She thought that she loved him, of that there can be no question;
nor did she think that love for this young Englishman was
The Son of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: best of our way hence, as he advises."
They mounted their horses accordingly, and began to proceed at a
round pace, as soon as Tressilian had explained to his guide the
direction in which he desired to travel.
After they had trotted nearly a mile, Tressilian could not help
observing to his companion that his horse felt more lively under
him than even when he mounted in the morning.
"Are you avised of that?" said Wayland Smith, smiling. "That is
owing to a little secret of mine. I mixed that with an handful
of oats which shall save your worship's heels the trouble of
spurring these six hours at least. Nay, I have not studied
Kenilworth |
