| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: the hitch. He will be strikingly antipathetic to my ever beautiful
Anastasie. She will never understand him; he will never understand
her. You married the animal side of my nature, dear and it is on
the spiritual side that I find my affinity for Jean-Marie. So much
so, that, to be perfectly frank, I stand in some awe of him myself.
You will easily perceive that I am announcing a calamity for you.
Do not,' he broke out in tones of real solicitude - 'do not give
way to tears after a meal, Anastasie. You will certainly give
yourself a false digestion.'
Anastasie controlled herself. 'You know how willing I am to humour
you,' she said, 'in all reasonable matters. But on this point - '
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: plait him watch-chains, or interrupt him at his work, hailing him (she
heard them), "Come along, Mr Ramsay; it's our turn to beat them now,"
and out he came to play tennis.
But indeed she was not jealous, only, now and then, when she made
herself look in her glass, a little resentful that she had grown old,
perhaps, by her own fault. (The bill for the greenhouse and all the
rest of it.) She was grateful to them for laughing at him. ("How many
pipes have you smoked today, Mr Ramsay?" and so on), till he seemed a
young man; a man very attractive to women, not burdened, not weighed
down with the greatness of his labours and the sorrows of the world and
his fame or his failure, but again as she had first known him, gaunt
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXIV
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O! 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
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