| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pericles by William Shakespeare: Which wash forth both heaven and hell; and thou that hast
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
Having call'd them from the deep! O, still
Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench
Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes! O, how, Lychorida,
How does my queen? Thou stormest venomously;
Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
Unheard. Lychorida! - Lucina, O
Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: three women in it?" he growled. "But I shall tell them about
Dain the trader, and there will be talk enough."
He turned and went away, increasing his pace as soon as he was
outside Almayer's compound.
Babalatchi looked after him till he disappeared behind the
bushes. "Have I done well, Mem Putih?" he asked, humbly
addressing Nina.
"You have," answered Nina. "The ring you may keep yourself."
Babalatchi touched his lips and forehead, and scrambled to his
feet. He looked at Nina, as if expecting her to say something
more, but Nina turned towards the house and went up the steps,
Almayer's Folly |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the
distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd
impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. He noticed
this calmly; but suddenly, as he passed her, his hands and knees began
to tremble, and his heart beat painfully. She did not see him, and
went on repeating to herself some lines which had stuck to her memory:
"It's life that matters, nothing but life--the process of discovering
--the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at
all." Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the
courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand
wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the
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