| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: grievance, and set all his jangling being crying aloud for one
cigarette--just one cigarette.
The cheroots, it seemed, he could better spare, but a cigarette
became his symbol for his lost steadiness and ease.
It brought him low.
The reader has already been told the lamentable incident of the
stolen cigarette and the small boy, and how the bishop, tormented
by that shameful memory, cried aloud in the night.
The bishop rolled his tub, and is there any tub-rolling in the
world more busy and exacting than a bishop's? He rolled in it
spite of ill-health and insomnia, and all the while he was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: Malata was himself. He and Malata were one. And she had wondered!
She had . . .
The professor's sister leaned over towards Renouard. Through all
these days at sea the man's - the found man's - existence had not
been alluded to on board the schooner. That reticence was part of
the general constraint lying upon them all. She, herself,
certainly had not been exactly elated by this finding - poor
Arthur, without money, without prospects. But she felt moved by
the sentiment and romance of the situation.
"Isn't it wonderful," she whispered out of her white wrap, "to
think of poor Arthur sleeping there, so near to our dear lovely
Within the Tides |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: griddle-cakes. The three older boys set off for the fields early.
Leo and Yulka were to drive to town to meet their father, who would
return from Wilber on the noon train.
`We'll only have a lunch at noon,' Antonia said,
and cook the geese for supper, when our papa will be here.
I wish my Martha could come down to see you. They have a Ford
car now, and she don't seem so far away from me as she used to.
But her husband's crazy about his farm and about having
everything just right, and they almost never get away
except on Sundays. He's a handsome boy, and he'll be rich
some day. Everything he takes hold of turns out well.
My Antonia |
