| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: critical moment, he is aroused by the scraping of his foot upon
the step. Wakefield! whither are you going?
At that instant his fate was turning on the pivot. Little
dreaming of the doom to which his first backward step devotes
him, he hurries away, breathless with agitation hitherto unfelt,
and hardly dares turn his head at the distant corner. Can it be
that nobody caught sight of him? Will not the whole
household--the decent Mrs. Wakefield, the smart maid servant, and
the dirty little footboy--raise a hue and cry, through London
streets, in pursuit of their fugitive lord and master? Wonderful
escape! He gathers courage to pause and look homeward, but is
Twice Told Tales |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: stopped and raised her hands to her temples.
Young Hagberd, shadowy and big, stirred no more
than a man of bronze. Over their heads the crazy
night whimpered and scolded in an old man's voice.
"Send him away, my dear. He's only a vaga-
bond. What you want is a good home of your own.
That chap has no home--he's not like Harry. He
can't be Harry. Harry is coming to-morrow. Do
you hear? One day more," he babbled more ex-
citedly; "never you fear--Harry shall marry
you."
To-morrow |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: agreed with the others, then it was bound to be all right. And she
followed him into the hall.
"Laurie!"
"Hallo!" He was half-way upstairs, but when he turned round and saw Laura
he suddenly puffed out his cheeks and goggled his eyes at her. "My word,
Laura! You do look stunning," said Laurie. "What an absolutely topping
hat!"
Laura said faintly "Is it?" and smiled up at Laurie, and didn't tell him
after all.
Soon after that people began coming in streams. The band struck up; the
hired waiters ran from the house to the marquee. Wherever you looked there
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