| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson: And Enid tended on him there; and there
Her constant motion round him, and the breath
Of her sweet tendance hovering over him,
Filled all the genial courses of his blood
With deeper and with ever deeper love,
As the south-west that blowing Bala lake
Fills all the sacred Dee. So past the days.
But while Geraint lay healing of his hurt,
The blameless King went forth and cast his eyes
On each of all whom Uther left in charge
Long since, to guard the justice of the King:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: he had failed utterly to be moved by the wave of enthusiasm
she had evoked. What he heard her say disappointed him.
He had expected from her more originality, more spice of
her own idiomatic, individual sort. He viewed with a cold
sense of aloofness the evidences of her success when they
began to come forward and abase themselves at the altar.
The instant resolve that, come what might, he would not go
down there among them, sprang up ready-made in his mind.
He saw his two companions pass him and descend the pulpit
stairs, and their action only hardened his resolution.
If an excuse were needed, he was presiding, and the place
The Damnation of Theron Ware |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: possible. The attention of my unassuming instructor, who, without
being ignorant of his own powers, possessed great simplicity of
manners, strengthened the illusion. Having sometimes caught up
hints for thought, from my untutored remarks, he often led me to
discuss the subjects he was treating, and would read to me his
productions, previous to their publication, wishing to profit by
the criticism of unsophisticated feeling. The aim of his writings
was to touch the simple springs of the heart; for he despised the
would-be oracles, the self-elected philosophers, who fright away
fancy, while sifting each grain of thought to prove that slowness
of comprehension is wisdom.
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