| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: Achaeans had given her to Nestor because he excelled all of them
in counsel. First she set for them a fair and well-made table
that had feet of cyanus; on it there was a vessel of bronze and
an onion to give relish to the drink, with honey and cakes of
barley-meal. There was also a cup of rare workmanship which the
old man had brought with him from home, studded with bosses of
gold; it had four handles, on each of which there were two golden
doves feeding, and it had two feet to stand on. Any one else
would hardly have been able to lift it from the table when it was
full, but Nestor could do so quite easily. In this the woman, as
fair as a goddess, mixed them a mess with Pramnian wine; she
The Iliad |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: her abode in the cottage: where, to speak disrespectfully, she smelled
a rat, in the shape of a little bottle of Coty. Other evidence she did
not find, at least for some days, when she began to howl about the
burnt photograph. She noticed the glass and the back-board in the
square bedroom. Unfortunately, on the back-board somebody had scribbled
little sketches, and the initials, several times repeated: C. S. R.
This, however, afforded no clue until she broke into the hut, and found
one of your books, an autobiography of the actress Judith, with your
name, Constance Stewart Reid, on the front page. After this, for some
days she went round loudly saying that my paramour was no less a person
than Lady Chatterley herself. The news came at last to the rector, Mr
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: the carpenter, doubtless from some pride in my part in that, but also
because it had become, through thinking it over, even more interesting
to-day than it had been at the moment of its occurrence; and in replying
to a sort of postscript of Aunt Carola's in which she hurriedly wrote
that she had forgotten to say she had heard the La Heu family in South
Carolina was related to the Bombos, and should be obliged to me if I
would make inquiries about this, I told her that it would be easy, and
then described to her the Teuton, plying his "antiquity" trade externally
while internally cherishing his collected skulls and nursing his
scientific rage. All my letters were the more abundant concerning these
adventures of mine from my having kept entirely silent upon them at Mrs.
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