| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: wisp, lighting now on this point, now on that. It was as much as
Katharine could do to keep the pages of her mother's manuscript in
order, but to sort them so that the sixteenth year of Richard
Alardyce's life succeeded the fifteenth was beyond her skill. And yet
they were so brilliant, these paragraphs, so nobly phrased, so
lightning-like in their illumination, that the dead seemed to crowd
the very room. Read continuously, they produced a sort of vertigo, and
set her asking herself in despair what on earth she was to do with
them? Her mother refused, also, to face the radical questions of what
to leave in and what to leave out. She could not decide how far the
public was to be told the truth about the poet's separation from his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: came to them; for there is none to change the words of God- now has
there come to thee the story of those He sent.
And if their turning from thee be hard for thee, and if thou canst
seek for a shaft down into the earth, or a ladder up into the sky,
to bring them a sign- but if God pleased He would bring them all to
guidance, be thou not then of the ignorant.
He only answers the prayer of those who listen; but the dead will
God raise up, then unto Him shall they return. They say, 'Unless there
be sent down some sign from his Lord'- say, 'Verily, God is able to
send down a sign, but most of them do not know.'
There is not a beast upon the earth nor a bird that flies with
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the first ape from whose loins my line has descended never could
have equaled the speed with which I literally dropped down the
face of that rugged escarpment. The last two hundred feet is
over a steep incline of loose rubble to the valley bottom, and I
had just reached the top of this when there arose to my ears an
agonized cry--"Bowen! Bowen! Quick, my love, quick!"
I had been too much occupied with the dangers of the descent to
glance down toward the valley; but that cry which told me that it
was indeed Lys, and that she was again in danger, brought my eyes
quickly upon her in time to see a hairy, burly brute seize her
and start off at a run toward the near-by wood. From rock to
The Land that Time Forgot |
