| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: seen against the sky. Often I cared nothing for the woman I
made love to. I cared for the thing she seemed to be hiding
from me . . . . "
Sir Richmond's voice altered.
"I don't see what possible good it can do to talk over these
things." He began to row and rowed perhaps a score of
strokes. Then he stopped and the boat drove on with a whisper
of water at the bow and over the outstretched oar blades.
"What a muddle and mockery the whole thing is!" he cried.
"What a fumbling old fool old Mother Nature has been! She
drives us into indignity and dishonour: and she doesn't even
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: Generally he mistrusted Mr. Travers. One couldn't tell what he
would do next. Not that he could do much one way or another, but
that somehow he threatened to rob the situation of whatever
dignity it may have had as a stroke of fate, as a call on
courage. Mr. d'Alcacer, acutely observant and alert for the
slightest hints, preferred to look upon himself as the victim not
of a swindle but of a rough man naively engaged in a contest with
heaven's injustice. D'Alcacer did not examine his heart, but some
lines of a French poet came into his mind, to the effect that in
all times those who fought with an unjust heaven had possessed
the secret admiration and love of men. He didn't go so far as
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton: about her with challenging barks. For a moment Archer
stood watching, his gaze delighted by the flash of the
red meteor against the snow; then he started after her,
and they met, panting and laughing, at a wicket that
led into the park.
She looked up at him and smiled. "I knew you'd
come!"
"That shows you wanted me to," he returned, with a
disproportionate joy in their nonsense. The white glitter
of the trees filled the air with its own mysterious
brightness, and as they walked on over the snow the
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