| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: in the failing light, and monumental, and contemplative, she wondered
what he did feel then, and why he was always content and dignified; and
she thought how devoted he was to Andrew, and would call him into his
room, and Andrew said, "show him things." And there he would lie all
day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he
reminded one of a cat watching birds, and then he clapped his paws
together when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old
Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband.
Now eight candles were stood down the table, and after the first stoop
the flames stood upright and drew with them into visibility the long
table entire, and in the middle a yellow and purple dish of fruit. What
 To the Lighthouse |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: or tables of my dreams. What they could in truth have been, I
dared not guess.
I found the downward incline and began its
descent - though after a time halted by a gaping, ragged chasm
whose narrowest point could not be much less than four feet across.
Here the stonework had fallen through, revealing incalculable
inky depths beneath.
I knew there were two more cellar levels
in this titan edifice, and trembled with fresh panic as I recalled
the metal-clamped trap-door on the lowest one. There could be
no guards now - for what had lurked beneath had long since done
 Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: "I don't think so--I don't think we are enough so--that we care
about many things. So it's all the more of a compliment," she added,
"that I should want to know so much about England."
The logic here seemed a little close; but Lord Lambeth, made conscious
of a compliment, found his natural modesty just at hand.
"I am sure you know a great deal more than I do."
"I really think I know a great deal--for a person who has never been there."
"Have you really never been there?" cried Lord Lambeth. "Fancy!"
"Never--except in imagination," said the young girl.
"Fancy!" repeated her companion. "But I daresay you'll go soon, won't you?"
"It's the dream of my life!" declared Bessie Alden, smiling.
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