| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: in that night. The household went to bed; and I, too, anxious to
lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though
it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition,
should they return. In a while, I distinguished steps coming up
the road, and the light of a lantern glimmered through the gate. I
threw a shawl over my head and ran to prevent them from waking Mr.
Earnshaw by knocking. There was Heathcliff, by himself: it gave
me a start to see him alone.
'Where is Miss Catherine?' I cried hurriedly. 'No accident, I
hope?' 'At Thrushcross Grange,' he answered; 'and I would have
been there too, but they had not the manners to ask me to stay.'
Wuthering Heights |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: interestingly about other things."
"Here's gratitude for you!" exclaimed Sister Soulsby,
with a gay simulation of despair. "Why, man alive,
do you know what I've done for you? I got around on
the Presiding Elder's blind side, I captured old Pierce,
I wound Winch right around my little finger, I worked
two or three of the class-leaders--all on your account.
The result was you went through as if you'd had your ears
pinned back, and been greased all over. You've got an
extra hundred dollars added to your salary; do you hear?
On the sixth question of the order of business the Elder ruled
The Damnation of Theron Ware |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: now, it, was only in disdain of myself.
Hunsden saw his advantage; he followed it up.
"You'll make nothing by trade," continued he; "nothing more than
the crust of dry bread and the draught of fair water on which you
now live; your only chance of getting a competency lies in
marrying a rich widow, or running away with an heiress."
"I leave such shifts to be put in practice by those who devise
them," said I, rising.
"And even that is hopeless," he went on coolly. "What widow
would have you? Much less, what heiress? You're not bold and
venturesome enough for the one, nor handsome and fascinating
The Professor |
