| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: you.
After all, no one is unhappy always.
When I think that it may happen to me not to die, for you to come
back, for me to see the spring again, for you still to love me,
and for us to begin over again our last year's life!
Fool that I am! I can scarcely hold the pen with which I write to
you of this wild dream of my heart.
Whatever happens, I loved you well, Armand, and I would have died
long ago if I had not had the memory of your love to help me and
a sort of vague hope of seeing you beside me again.
February 4.
Camille |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: to see, to be in the atmosphere, float on the wave of it, to be
carried out, blue league after blue league, away from everything.
After a night behind the scenes Paul found the schoolroom
more than ever repulsive; the bare floors and naked walls; the
prosy men who never wore frock coats, or violets in their
buttonholes; the women with their dull gowns, shrill voices, and
pitiful seriousness about prepositions that govern the dative.
He could not bear to have the other pupils think, for a moment,
that he took these people seriously; he must convey to them that
he considered it all trivial, and was there only by way of a
jest, anyway. He had autographed pictures of all the members of
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: quite dark.
But she did not let her voice change in the least as she finished the
story, and added, shutting the book, and speaking the last words as if
she had made them up herself, looking into James's eyes: "And there
they are living still at this very time."
"And that's the end," she said, and she saw in his eyes, as the
interest of the story died away in them, something else take its place;
something wondering, pale, like the reflection of a light, which at
once made him gaze and marvel. Turning, she looked across the bay, and
there, sure enough, coming regularly across the waves first two quick
strokes and then one long steady stroke, was the light of the
To the Lighthouse |
