| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: I took you by the shoulder only when you began to mutter words I
could not understand. Have you not heard, then, and do you know
nothing?"
"Nothing of what you said. What is it? Tell again if you want
me to know."
He took her by the shoulder and led her unresisting to the front
of the verandah into a stronger light. She wrung her hands with
such an appearance of grief that he began to be alarmed.
"Speak," he said. "You made noise enough to wake even dead men.
And yet nobody living came," he added to himself in an uneasy
whisper. "Are you mute? Speak!" he repeated.
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: All of which is most unwomanly; for is not marriage
woman's highest aim, and home her true sphere? Haven't
I tried both? I ought to know. I merely have been
miscast in this life's drama. My part should have been
that of one who makes her way alone. Peter, with his thin,
cruel lips, and his shaking hands, and his haggard face
and his smoldering eyes, is a shadow forever blotting out
the sunny places in my path. I was meant to be an old
maid, like the terrible old Kitty O'Hara. Not one of the
tatting-and-tea kind, but an impressive, bustling old
girl, with a double chin. The sharp-tongued Kitty O'Hara
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: irrelevantly, "wouldn't look the same machine if I got a big,
double Elarum instead of that little bell."
"Why?"
"Jest a thought." A pause.
"Very well, then,--Havant and lunch," said Jessie, rising.
"I wish, somehow, we could have managed it without stealing that
machine," said Hoopdriver. "Because it IS stealing it, you know,
come to think of it."
"Nonsense. If Mr. Bechamel troubles you--I will tell the whole
world--if need be."
"I believe you would," said Mr. Hoopdriver, admiring her. "You're
|
