| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: headed Mr. Wilkes, who's probably been in his grave these six
months. But there must be room in your heart for me too.
Scarlett, do stop wriggling! I am making you a declaration. I
have wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, in the
hall of Twelve Oaks, when you were bewitching poor Charlie
Hamilton. I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman--and
I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman."
She was breathless with surprise at his last words. In spite of
all his insults, he did love her and he was just so contrary he
didn't want to come out frankly and put it into words, for fear
she'd laugh. Well, she'd show him and right quickly.
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: A small Bookbinding Factory is worked in connection with the Rescue
Homes in London. The folders and stitchers are girls saved from the
streets, but who, for various reasons, were found unsuitable for
domestic service. The Factory has solved the problem of employment for
some of the most difficult cases. Two of the girls at present employed
there are crippled, while one is supporting herself and two young
children.
While learning the work they live in the Rescue Homes, and the few
shillings they are able to earn are paid into the Home funds.
As soon as they are able to earn 12s. a week, a lodging is found for
them (with Salvationists, if possible), and they are placed entirely
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: Imagine mighty green fields splattered with lime-beds, all the
flowers of the summer growing up to the very edge of the lime.
That was our first glimpse of the geyser basins.
The buggy had pulled up close to a rough, broken, blistered cone
of spelter stuff between ten and twenty feet high. There was
trouble in that place--moaning, splashing, gurgling, and the
clank of machinery. A spurt of boiling water jumped into the
air, and a wash of water followed.
I removed swiftly. The old lady from Chicago shrieked. "What a
wicked waste!" said her husband.
I think they call it the Riverside Geyser. Its spout was torn
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