|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber:
twisted loaf, with poppy seed freckling its braid, and its
sides glistening with the butter that had been liberally
swabbed on it before it had been thrust into the oven.
Fanny Brandeis gazed, hypnotized. As she gazed Bella
selected a plum tart and bit into it--bit generously, so
that her white little teeth met in the very middle of the
oozing red-brown juice and one heard a little squirt as they
closed on the luscious fruit. At the sound Fanny quivered
all through her plump and starved little body.
"Have one," said Bella generously. "Go on. Nobody'll ever
know. Anyway, we've fasted long enough for our age. I
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
Even Mrs. Harker seems to lose sight of her trouble for whole spells.
It is only now and again, when something recalls it to her mind,
that she thinks of her terrible scar. We are to meet here in
my study in half an hour and decide on our course of action.
I see only one immediate difficulty, I know it by instinct rather
than reason. We shall all have to speak frankly. And yet I fear
that in some mysterious way poor Mrs. Harker's tongue is tied.
I know that she forms conclusions of her own, and from all that
has been I can guess how brilliant and how true they must be.
But she will not, or cannot, give them utterance. I have mentioned this
to Van Helsing, and he and I are to talk it over when we are alone.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad:
cloak of arid despair; for every joy and every sorrow, for every
fair dream, for every charitable hope. The great aim is to
remain true to the emotions called out of the deep encircled by
the firmament of stars, whose infinite numbers and awful
distances may move us to laughter or tears (was it the Walrus or
the Carpenter, in the poem, who "wept to see such quantities of
sand"?), or, again, to a properly steeled heart, may matter
nothing at all.
The casual quotation, which had suggested itself out of a poem
full of merit, leads me to remark that in the conception of a
purely spectacular universe, where inspiration of every sort has
A Personal Record