| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll: Lady, being curious to see how she would manage to keep the children
out of sight.
I found her holding Sylvie's hand, and with her other hand stroking
Bruno's hair in a most tender and motherly fashion: both children were
looking bewildered and half-frightened.
"My own darlings," she was saying, "I've been planning a little treat
for you! The Professor shall take you a long walk into the woods this
beautiful evening: and you shall take a basket of food with you, and
have a little picnic down by the river!"
Bruno jumped, and clapped his hands. "That are nice!" he cried.
"Aren't it, Sylvie?"
Sylvie and Bruno |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: matter; he would be afraid of losing his treasure and his life
through the cupidity of the Rajah; yet the Rajah had to be told,
and insisted on taking a share in that operation, or else his
eyes would remain shut no longer. To this Almayer had to submit.
Had Dain not seen Nina he would have probably refused to engage
himself and his men in the projected expedition to Gunong
Mas--the mountain of gold. As it was he intended to return with
half of his men as soon as the brig was clear of the reefs, but
the persistent chase given him by the Dutch frigate had forced
him to run south and ultimately to wreck and destroy his vessel
in order to preserve his liberty or perhaps even his life. Yes,
Almayer's Folly |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov: from view. Suddenly a shot rang out. . . We
glanced at each other, both struck with the self-
same suspicion. . . We galloped headlong in
the direction of the shot, looked, and saw the
soldiers clustered together on the rampart and
pointing towards a field, along which a rider was
flying at full speed, holding something white
across his saddle. Grigori Aleksandrovich yelled
like any Chechene, whipped his gun from its
cover, and gave chase -- I after him.
"Luckily, thanks to our unsuccessful hunt,
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