| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: repeated; and suddenly his anguish gathered voice. "My God!" he
cried, "you suspected it first, you say--and then you knew it--
this damnable, this accursed thing; you knew it months ago--it's
months since I put that paper in your way--and yet you've done
nothing, you've said nothing, you've made no sign, you've lived
alongside of me as if it had made no difference--no difference in
either of our lives. What are you made of, I wonder? Don't you
see the hideous ignominy of it? Don't you see how you've shared
in my disgrace? Or haven't you any sense of shame?"
He preserved sufficient lucidity, as the words poured from him, to
see how fatally they invited her derision; but something told him
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: matter of propriety or as a matter of precaution. Till I have an
opportunity of looking into a mirror nothing will persuade me
that there isn't some change in my face." Lingard swung half
round and gazed down at her. Veiled now she confronted him
boldly. "Tell me, Captain Lingard, how many eyes were looking at
us a little while ago?"
"Do you care?" he asked.
"Not in the least," she said. "A million stars were looking on,
too, and what did it matter? They were not of the world I know.
And it's just the same with the eyes. They are not of the world I
live in."
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil: And trace his lineage back to Neptune's birth.
These points regarded, as the time draws nigh,
With instant zeal they lavish all their care
To plump with solid fat the chosen chief
And designated husband of the herd:
And flowery herbs they cut, and serve him well
With corn and running water, that his strength
Not fail him for that labour of delight,
Nor puny colts betray the feeble sire.
The herd itself of purpose they reduce
To leanness, and when love's sweet longing first
Georgics |
