|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard:
"I don't know where she is," she replied with fury, "but I very well
know where she would be if I had my way. That peeled willow-wand of a
girl"--here she added certain descriptive epithets I will not
repeat--"has brought this misfortune upon me. We had a slight quarrel
yesterday, White Man, and, being a witch as she is, she prophesied evil.
Yes, when by accident I scratched her ear, she said that before long
mine should burn, and surely burn it does." (This, no doubt, was true,
for the caustic had begun to bite.)
"O devil of a White Man," she went on, "you have bewitched me; you have
filled my head with fire."
Then she seized an earthenware pot and hurled it at me, saying, "Take
Child of Storm
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot:
You can bear sorrow manfully, as well as act manfully. God
requires both tasks at our hands. And there is a heavier sorrow
coming upon you than any you have yet known. But you are not
guilty--you have not the worst of all sorrows. God help him who
The two pale faces looked at each other; in Adam's there was
trembling suspense, in Mr. Irwine's hesitating, shrinking pity.
But he went on.
"I have had news of Hetty this morning. She is not gone to him.
She is in Stonyshire--at Stoniton."
Adam started up from his chair, as if he thought he could have
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf:
So Mr Tansley supposed she meant him to see that that man's picture was
skimpy, was that what one said? The colours weren't solid? Was that what
one said? Under the influence of that extraordinary emotion which had been
growing all the walk, had begun in the garden when he had wanted to take
her bag, had increased in the town when he had wanted to tell her
everything about himself, he was coming to see himself, and everything he
had ever known gone crooked a little. It was awfully strange.
There he stood in the parlour of the poky little house where she had taken
him, waiting for her, while she went upstairs a moment to see a woman. He
heard her quick step above; heard her voice cheerful, then low; looked at
the mats, tea-caddies, glass shades; waited quite impatiently; looked
To the Lighthouse