| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: and all the sick people flowers.
McKnight pulled up an armful of roses, and held them out to me.
"Wonder who they're from?" he said, fumbling in the box for a card.
"There's no name - yes, here's one."
He held it up and read it with exasperating slowness.
"'Best wishes for an early recovery.
A COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE.'
"Well, what do you know about that!" he exclaimed. "That's something
you didn't tell me, Lollie."
"It was hardly worth mentioning," I said mendaciously, with my heart
beating until I could hear it. She had not forgotten, after all.
The Man in Lower Ten |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: Came sallying through the gates, and caught his hair,
And so belaboured him on rib and cheek
They made him wild: not less one glance he caught
Through open doors of Ida stationed there
Unshaken, clinging to her purpose, firm
Though compassed by two armies and the noise
Of arms; and standing like a stately Pine
Set in a cataract on an island-crag,
When storm is on the heights, and right and left
Sucked from the dark heart of the long hills roll
The torrents, dashed to the vale: and yet her will
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: you yourself came for: that was enough. So here I am. It's not
for my own - that's over. But I'm here for THEM." And breathless,
infinitely relieved by her low precipitate explanation, she looked
with eyes that reflected all its splendour at the magnificence of
their altar.
"They're here for you," Stransom said, "they're present to-night as
they've never been. They speak for you - don't you see? - in a
passion of light; they sing out like a choir of angels. Don't you
hear what they say? - they offer the very thing you asked of me."
"Don't talk of it - don't think of it; forget it!" She spoke in
hushed supplication, and while the alarm deepened in her eyes she
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