| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: brown pot--and was it not there when he had found Eppie? The gods
of the hearth exist for us still; and let all new faith be tolerant
of that fetishism, lest it bruise its own roots.
Silas ate his dinner more silently than usual, soon laying down his
knife and fork, and watching half-abstractedly Eppie's play with
Snap and the cat, by which her own dining was made rather a lengthy
business. Yet it was a sight that might well arrest wandering
thoughts: Eppie, with the rippling radiance of her hair and the
whiteness of her rounded chin and throat set off by the dark-blue
cotton gown, laughing merrily as the kitten held on with her four
claws to one shoulder, like a design for a jug-handle, while Snap on
Silas Marner |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: hero, quivered with hope. The vigor and energy of the nation revived.
Paris, weary of its long gloom, gave itself up to fetes and pleasures
of which it had been so long deprived. The first acts of the Consulate
did not diminish any hopes, and Liberty felt no alarm. The First
Consul issued a proclamation to the inhabitants of the West. The
eloquent allocutions addressed to the masses which Bonaparte had, as
it were, invented, produced effects in those days of patriotism and
miracle that were absolutely startling. His voice echoed through the
world like the voice of a prophet, for none of his proclamations had,
as yet, been belied by defeat.
INHABITANTS:
The Chouans |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: - I should like thousands; I should like a great mountain of
light."
Then of course in a flash he understood. "Your Dead are only One?"
She hung back at this as never yet. "Only One," she answered,
colouring as if now he knew her guarded secret. It really made him
feel he knew less than before, so difficult was it for him to
reconstitute a life in which a single experience had so belittled
all others. His own life, round its central hollow, had been
packed close enough. After this she appeared to have regretted her
confession, though at the moment she spoke there had been pride in
her very embarrassment. She declared to him that his own was the
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