| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: Ethan Brand's eye quailed beneath the old man's. That daughter,
from whom he so earnestly desired a word of greeting, was the
Esther of our tale, the very girl whom, with such cold and
remorseless purpose, Ethan Brand had made the subject of a
psychological experiment, and wasted, absorbed, and perhaps
annihilated her soul, in the process.
"Yes," he murmured, turning away from the hoary wanderer, "it is
no delusion. There is an Unpardonable Sin!"
While these things were passing, a merry scene was going forward
in the area of cheerful light, beside the spring and before the
door of the hut. A number of the youth of the village, young men
The Snow Image |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moby Dick by Herman Melville: before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this
tormented sea, where guilty beings transformed into those fowls and
these fish, seemed condemned to swim on everlastingly without any
haven in store, or beat that black air without any horizon. But
calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of
feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary
jet would at times be descried.
During all this blackness of the elements, Ahab, though assuming for
the time the almost continual command of the drenched and dangerous
deck, manifested the gloomiest reserve; and more seldom than ever
addressed his mates. In tempestuous times like these, after
Moby Dick |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: 'I should have to think about it,' she said. 'I couldn't say now. It
may seem to you Clifford doesn't count, but he does. When you think how
disabled he is...'
'Oh damn it all! If a fellow's going to trade on his disabilities, I
might begin to say how lonely I am, and always have been, and all the
rest of the my-eye-Betty-Martin sob-stuff! Damn it all, if a fellow's
got nothing but disabilities to recommend him...'
He turned aside, working his hands furiously in his trousers pockets.
That evening he said to her:
'You're coming round to my room tonight, aren't you? I don't darn know
where your room is.'
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
