| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: child was like a load that held her down, and yet like
a hand that pulled her to her feet. She said to
herself that she must get up and struggle on....
Her eyes turned back to the trail across the top of the
Mountain, and in the distance she saw a buggy against
the sky. She knew its antique outline, and the gaunt
build of the old horse pressing forward with lowered
head; and after a moment she recognized the heavy bulk
of the man who held the reins. The buggy was following
the trail and making straight for the pine-wood through
which she had climbed; and she knew at once that the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: very well, but I've an idea there might be a shorter cut across
lots. How about it?'
The men shuffled about a moment, and then
Earl Sawyer spoke softly, pointing with a grimy finger through
the steadily lessening rain.
'I guess ye kin git to Seth Bishop's
quickest by cuttin' across the lower medder here, wadin' the brook
at the low place, an' climbin' through Carrier's mowin' an' the
timber-lot beyont. That comes aout on the upper rud mighty nigh
Seth's - a leetle t'other side.'
Armitage, with Rice and Morgan,
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: glorious country-dance, best of all dances, began.
Pity it was not a boarded floor! Then the rhythmic stamping of
the thick shoes would have been better than any drums. That merry
stamping, that gracious nodding of the head, that waving bestowal
of the hand--where can we see them now? That simple dancing of
well-covered matrons, laying aside for an hour the cares of house
and dairy, remembering but not affecting youth, not jealous but
proud of the young maidens by their side--that holiday
sprightliness of portly husbands paying little compliments to
their wives, as if their courting days were come again--those lads
and lasses a little confused and awkward with their partners,
Adam Bede |
