| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: her has got to fight for her. If she isn't worth
fighting for, she isn't worth having. Here are
two pills. I made 'em myself. One has enough
poison in it to kill a regiment when it gets to working
well--which it does fifteen minutes after it is
taken. The other one has got nothing harmful
in it. If you get the poison one, I keep her. If I
get it, you can have her. Only I hope you will
wait long enough after I'm dead so there won't
be any scandal around town."
Henry, he never said a word. He opened his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: own, all her own, and not his!
Clifford was so healthy, considering. He looked so well and ruddy in
the face, his shoulders were broad and strong, his chest deep, he had
put on flesh. And yet, at the same time, he was afraid of death. A
terrible hollow seemed to menace him somewhere, somehow, a void, and
into this void his energy would collapse. Energyless, he felt at times
he was dead, really dead.
So his rather prominent pale eyes had a queer look, furtive, and yet a
little cruel, so cold: and at the same time, almost impudent. It was a
very odd look, this look of impudence: as if he were triumphing over
life in spite of life. 'Who knoweth the mysteries of the will--for it
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: at the body on the couch and her courage failed. The
first suspicion of the hideous truth flashed through
her stunned mind. She couldn't grasp it at once.
"Whar?" she whispered hoarsely.
Mary lifted her arm slowly and pointed to the
couch.
"There!"
Nance glared at her a moment and broke into a
hysterical laugh.
"It's a lie--a lie--a lie!"
"It's true----"
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