| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Frederick Douglass: severity to suit Colonel Lloyd. Mr. Hopkins was suc-
ceeded by Mr. Austin Gore, a man possessing, in
an eminent degree, all those traits of character in-
dispensable to what is called a first-rate overseer. Mr.
Gore had served Colonel Lloyd, in the capacity of
overseer, upon one of the out-farms, and had shown
himself worthy of the high station of overseer upon
the home or Great House Farm.
Mr. Gore was proud, ambitious, and persevering.
He was artful, cruel, and obdurate. He was just the
The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: The collapse occurred about
10.20 A.M., while I was conducting a class in Political Economy
VI - history and present tendencies of economics - for juniors
and a few sophomores. I began to see strange shapes before my
eyes, and to feel that I was in a grotesque room other than the
classroom.
My thoughts and speech wandered from my subject,
and the students saw that something was gravely amiss. Then I
slumped down, unconscious, in my chair, in a stupor from which
no one could arouse me. Nor did my rightful faculties again look
out upon the daylight of our normal world for five years, four
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: viewpoint for that faculty of admiration she had awakened in me at
sight - at first sight - before she opened her lips - before she
ever turned her eyes on me. She would have to wear some sort of
sailor costume, a blue woollen shirt open at the throat. . . .
Dominic's hooded cloak would envelop her amply, and her face under
the black hood would have a luminous quality, adolescent charm, and
an enigmatic expression. The confined space of the little vessel's
quarterdeck would lend itself to her cross-legged attitudes, and
the blue sea would balance gently her characteristic immobility
that seemed to hide thoughts as old and profound as itself. As
restless, too - perhaps.
The Arrow of Gold |
