| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: windows. A bar of light brought out the whiteness of a
clump of lilies in the Hawes's yard: and farther down
the street Carrick Fry's Rochester lamp cast its bold
illumination on the rustic flower-tub in the middle of
his grass-plot.
For a long time she continued to lean in the window.
But a fever of unrest consumed her, and finally she
went downstairs, took her hat from its hook, and swung
out of the house. Mr. Royall sat in the porch, Verena
beside him, her old hands crossed on her patched skirt.
As Charity went down the steps Mr. Royall called after
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: Dr. Seward."This was said with a leer of inexpressible cunning.
"I know that I shall never lack the means of life!"
I think that through the cloudiness of his insanity he saw
some antagonism in me, for he at once fell back on the last
refuge of such as he, a dogged silence. After a short time
I saw that for the present it was useless to speak to him.
He was sulky, and so I came away.
Later in the day he sent for me. Ordinarily I would not
have come without special reason, but just at present I am
so interested in him that I would gladly make an effort.
Besides, I am glad to have anything to help pass the time.
Dracula |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: with excellent voices, sweet and low, and cackling hens that cannot
make me dream. Your voice has all manner of loveliness in it. Grudge
me not a short hour of its music.
THE LADY. Sir: you are overbold. Season your admiration for a while
with--
THE MAN. _[holding up his hand to stop her]_ "Season your admiration
for a while--"
THE LADY. Fellow: do you dare mimic me to my face?
THE MAN. Tis music. Can you not hear? When a good musician sings a
song, do you not sing it and sing it again till you have caught and
fixed its perfect melody? Season your admiration for a while": God!
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