| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: "I don't care--I don't care!" he moaned, and desperately
set about untying his left boot to get at the other fifty.
"The devil will toss me into the flames on his three-pronged
fork for this night's work, I know! But perhaps I shall
win yet, and then I'll get a wife to sit up with me o'
nights and I won't be afeard, I won't! Here's another for'ee,
my man!" He slapped another guinea down upon the stone,
and the dice-box was rattled again.
Time passed on. Wildeve began to be as excited as
Christian himself. When commencing the game his intention
had been nothing further than a bitter practical joke on
Return of the Native |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: "Yeh'll fergive her, Mary! Yeh'll fergive yer bad, bad,
chil'! Her life was a curse an' her days were black an' yeh'll
fergive yer bad girl? She's gone where her sins will be judged."
"She's gone where her sins will be judged," cried the other
women, like a choir at a funeral.
"Deh Lord gives and deh Lord takes away," said the woman in
black, raising her eyes to the sunbeams.
"Deh Lord gives and deh Lord takes away," responded the others.
"Yeh'll fergive her, Mary!" pleaded the woman in black. The
mourner essayed to speak but her voice gave way. She shook her
great shoulders frantically, in an agony of grief. Hot tears
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: He has not, luckily for himself, anything in his memory to imagine with.
After the first day we said little to one another, and lay
in our places in the boat and stared at the horizon, or watched,
with eyes that grew larger and more haggard every day, the misery
and weakness gaining upon our companions. The sun became pitiless.
The water ended on the fourth day, and we were already thinking
strange things and saying them with our eyes; but it was, I think,
the sixth before Helmar gave voice to the thing we had all been thinking.
I remember our voices were dry and thin, so that we bent towards
one another and spared our words. I stood out against it with all
my might, was rather for scuttling the boat and perishing together
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
