|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte:
Her parting was my pain;
The chance that did her steps delay
Was ice in every vein.
I dreamed it would be nameless bliss,
As I loved, loved to be;
And to this object did I press
As blind as eagerly.
But wide as pathless was the space
That lay our lives between,
And dangerous as the foamy race
Of ocean-surges green.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James:
of anything else. The artist's life's his work, and this is the
place to observe him. What he has to tell us he tells us with THIS
perfection. My dear sir, the best interviewer is the best reader."
Mr. Morrow good-humouredly protested. "Do you mean to say that no
other source of information should be open to us?"
"None other till this particular one - by far the most copious -
has been quite exhausted. Have you exhausted it, my dear sir? Had
you exhausted it when you came down here? It seems to me in our
time almost wholly neglected, and something should surely be done
to restore its ruined credit. It's the course to which the artist
himself at every step, and with such pathetic confidence, refers
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton:
warmth of the moment, that she had only come as Evelina's
At the mention of tea an expression of uncontrollable
repugnance passed over Mr. Ramy's face. "Oh, I guess I'm getting
on all right. I've just got a headache to-day."
Ann Eliza's courage dropped at the note of refusal in his
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "My sister and me'd have been
glad to do anything we could for you."
"Thank you kindly," said Mr. Ramy wearily; then, as she turned
to the door, he added with an effort: "Maybe I'll step round to-