| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: men were like that. But it does them no good, they have to fall back
into their old places when they get home again.'
Connie gazed at Clifford contemplatively. She saw in him the peculiar
tight rebuff against anyone of the lower classes who might be really
climbing up, which she knew was characteristic of his breed.
'But don't you think there is something special about him?' she asked.
'Frankly, no! Nothing I had noticed.'
He looked at her curiously, uneasily, half-suspiciously. And she felt
he wasn't telling her the real truth; he wasn't telling himself the
real truth, that was it. He disliked any suggestion of a really
exceptional human being. People must be more or less at his level, or
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: `I was on the threshold of great things,' he pleaded, in a voice
of longing, with a wistfulness of tone that made my blood run cold.
`And now for this stupid scoundrel--' `Your success in Europe
is assured in any case,' I affirmed steadily. I did not want
to have the throttling of him, you understand--and indeed it
would have been very little use for any practical purpose.
I tried to break the spell--the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness--
that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening
of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified
and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced,
had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush,
Heart of Darkness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: here I am sitting in this chair, as weak and helpless as a little
lamb. You sure take the starch out of me."
Dede vainly cudgeled her brains in quest of a reply to these
remarks. Instead, her thought dwelt insistently upon the
significance of his stepping aside, in the middle of a violent
proposal, in order to make irrelevant remarks. What struck her
was the man's certitude. So little did he doubt that he would
have her, that he could afford to pause and generalize upon love
and the effects of love.
She noted his hand unconsciously slipping in the familiar way
into the side coat pocket where she knew he carried his tobacco
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