| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: crowned. She pushed the cumbersome baby-carriage with no
apparent effort. An ancient India shawl was draped about her
sloping shoulders.
Eudora, as she passed the Glynn house, turned her face slightly,
so that its pure oval was evident. She was now a beauty in late
middle life. Her hair, of an indeterminate shade, swept in soft
shadows over her ears; her features were regular; her expression
was at once regal and gentle. A charm which was neither of youth
nor of age reigned in her face; her grace had surmounted with
triumphant ease the slope of every year. Eudora passed out of
sight with the baby-carriage, lifting her proud lady-head under
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: ebbing away from me, the shore of death loomed very near, and I
understood then, as in extreme old age I understand to-day, how
much more part we mortals have in death than in this short accident
of life. I could consider all my past, I could wonder on the
future of my spirit, and even marvel at the gentleness and wisdom
of the Indian woman, who was able to think such thoughts and utter
them.
Well, whatever befell, in one thing I would not disappoint her, I
would die bravely as an Englishman should do, leaving the rest to
God. These barbarians should never say of me that the foreigner
was a coward. Who was I that I should complain? Did not hundreds
Montezuma's Daughter |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: this idiotic woman she and Con would, of course, have eaten their
blancmange without. Suddenly the idea came.
"I know," she said. "Marmalade. There's some marmalade in the sideboard.
Get it, Con."
"I hope," laughed Nurse Andrews--and her laugh was like a spoon tinkling
against a medicine-glass--"I hope it's not very bittah marmalayde."
Chapter 3.III.
But, after all, it was not long now, and then she'd be gone for good. And
there was no getting over the fact that she had been very kind to father.
She had nursed him day and night at the end. Indeed, both Constantia and
Josephine felt privately she had rather overdone the not leaving him at the
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