| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: note of his laugh; "and yet I am fond of them
all. Anything for a woman of the right sort.
The scrapes they got me into, and the scrapes they
got me out of! I love them at first sight. I've
fallen in love with you already, Miss--Bessie's your
name--eh?"
She backed away a little, and with a trembling
laugh:
"You haven't seen my face yet."
He bent forward gallantly. "A little pale: it
suits some. But you are a fine figure of a girl, Miss
To-morrow |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: tears, and he could say no more.
'Well, never mind,' he thought. 'I know about myself what I
know.'
He remained silent and lay like that for a long time.
Nikita kept him warm from below and his fur coats from above.
Only his hands, with which he kept his coat-skirts down round
Nikita's sides, and his legs which the wind kept uncovering,
began to freeze, especially his right hand which had no glove.
But he did not think of his legs or of his hands but only of
how to warm the peasant who was lying under him. He looked out
several times at Mukhorty and could see that his back was
Master and Man |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac: statue on a tomb; she leaning against the blind door. Both seemed to
be gazing at him and counting his steps. Nothing is so embarrassing to
a creature naturally timid as to feel itself the object of a close
examination, and if that is made by the eyes of hatred, the sort of
suffering it causes is changed into intolerable martyrdom.
Presently Birotteau fancied he was preventing Mademoiselle Gamard and
the abbe from walking in the narrow path. That idea, inspired equally
by fear and kindness, became so strong that he left the garden and
went to the church, thinking no longer of his canonry, so absorbed was
he by the disheartening tyranny of the old maid. Luckily for him he
happened to find much to do at Saint-Gatien,--several funerals, a
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