| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: fast.'
'But it strikes me I'm keeping your visitor away from the fire.'
'No, you're not, Mr. Weston,' replied I, hoping there was no harm
in a falsehood of that description.
'No, sure!' cried Nancy. 'What, there's lots o' room!'
'Miss Grey,' said he, half-jestingly, as if he felt it necessary to
change the present subject, whether he had anything particular to
say or not, 'I wish you would make my peace with the squire, when
you see him. He was by when I rescued Nancy's cat, and did not
quite approve of the deed. I told him I thought he might better
spare all his rabbits than she her cat, for which audacious
Agnes Grey |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: of her arm. Now she would not do it for him. Now he was going away.
She felt almost as if he were going as well out of her heart.
He did not seem to leave her inhabited with himself. That was the grief
and the pain to her. He took nearly all himself away.
A few days before his departure--he was just twenty--he burned his
love-letters. They had hung on a file at the top of the kitchen cupboard.
From some of them he had read extracts to his mother. Some of them
she had taken the trouble to read herself. But most were too trivial.
Now, on the Saturday morning he said:
"Come on, Postle, let's go through my letters, and you can
have the birds and flowers."
Sons and Lovers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: town, leading his little son by the hand; and he said to
himself, 'I must hide the child in the mountains; or Pelias
will surely kill him, because he is the heir.'
So he went up from the sea across the valley, through the
vineyards and the olive groves, and across the torrent of
Anauros, toward Pelion the ancient mountain, whose brows are
white with snow.
He went up and up into the mountain, over marsh, and crag,
and down, till the boy was tired and footsore, and AEson had
to bear him in his arms, till he came to the mouth of a
lonely cave, at the foot of a mighty cliff.
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