| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: Neither of the visiting ladies had even mentioned her name, and
they turned and looked sharply at her. Even in their extremity,
they had not considered asking a widow of scarcely a year to
appear at a social function. Scarlett bore their gaze with a
wide-eyed childlike expression.
"I think we should go and help to make it a success, all of us. I
think I should go in the booth with Melly because--well, I think
it would look better for us both to be there instead of just one.
Don't you think so, Melly?"
"Well," began Melly helplessly. The idea of appearing publicly at
a social gathering while in mourning was so unheard of she was
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: the way he wished, and this course he took in the hope that it
might prove continuous. After ten minutes he saw it was indeed
no cul-de-sac, but that it led steeply on in an arc which would,
unless suddenly interrupted or deflected, bring him after a few
hours' climbing to that unknown southern slope overlooking the
desolate crags and the accursed valley of lava. As new country
came into view below him he saw that it was bleaker and wilder
than those seaward lands he had traversed. The mountain's side,
too, was somewhat different; being here pierced by curious cracks
and caves not found on the straighter route he had left. Some
of these were above him and some beneath him, all opening on sheerly
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: blowing gloriously on a trumpet, take away the whole sheep, and
beat the farmer pitifully into the bargain. I have no trumpet; I
am only Tom, Dick, or Harry; I am a rogue and a dog, and hanging's
too good for me - with all my heart; but just you ask the farmer
which of us he prefers, just find out which of us he lies awake to
curse on cold nights."
"Look at us two," said his lordship. "I am old, strong, and
honoured. If I were turned from my house to-morrow, hundreds would
be proud to shelter me. Poor people would go out and pass the
night in the streets with their children, if I merely hinted that I
wished to be alone. And I find you up, wandering homeless, and
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