|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
"Hush!" said Paul.
Morel stood watching. Then he looked at his son, helplessly,
and in horror.
"Had I better stop a-whoam?" he whispered.
"No. Go to work. She'll last through to-morrow."
"I don't think so."
"Yes. Go to work."
The miner looked at her again, in fear, and went obediently
out of the room. Paul saw the tape of his garters swinging against
After another half-hour Paul went downstairs and drank a cup
Sons and Lovers
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:
tent made all clear at the stem of the little tree; but there was no sound
of movement within.
For a moment Peter Halket stood motionless; then he walked up to the tree.
The black man hung against the white stem, so closely bound to it that they
seemed one. His hands were tied to his sides, and his head drooped on his
breast. His eyes were closed; and his limbs, which had once been those of
a powerful man, had fallen away, making the joints stand out. The wool on
his head was wild and thick with neglect, and stood out roughly in long
strands; and his skin was rough with want and exposure.
The riems had cut a little into his ankles; and a small flow of blood had
made the ground below his feet dark.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche:
firm foot did he again accept his fate. And then talked Zarathustra in
this wise to his exulting conscience:
Alone am I again, and like to be so, alone with the pure heaven, and the
open sea; and again is the afternoon around me.
On an afternoon did I find my friends for the first time; on an afternoon,
also, did I find them a second time:--at the hour when all light becometh
For whatever happiness is still on its way 'twixt heaven and earth, now
seeketh for lodging a luminous soul: WITH HAPPINESS hath all light now
O afternoon of my life! Once did my happiness also descend to the valley
Thus Spake Zarathustra