| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: aspect,--nothing but a sunburnt wayfarer, in plain garb and dusty
shoes, who sat looking into the fire as if he fancied pictures
among the coals,--these young people speedily grew tired of
observing him. As it happened, there was other amusement at hand.
An old German Jew travelling with a diorama on his back, was
passing down the mountain-road towards the village just as the
party turned aside from it, and, in hopes of eking out the
profits of the day, the showman had kept them company to the
lime-kiln.
"Come, old Dutchman," cried one of the young men, "let us see
your pictures, if you can swear they are worth looking at!"
The Snow Image |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: against his belly. 'Tell me you do!'
'Why!' he said at last: and she felt the curious quiver of changing
consciousness and relaxation going through his body. 'Why I've thought
sometimes if one but tried, here among th' colliers even! They're
workin' bad now, an' not earnin' much. If a man could say to 'em: Dunna
think o' nowt but th' money. When it comes ter WANTS, we want but
little. Let's not live for money--'
She softly rubbed her cheek on his belly, and gathered his balls in her
hand. The penis stirred softly, with strange life, but did not rise up.
The rain beat bruisingly outside.
'Let's live for summat else. Let's not live ter make money, neither for
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: the establishment. You can pass from it into the house without going
outside; but, nevertheless, it boasts an entrance door of its own, and
a short flight of steps that brings you to a deep well, and a very
rustical-looking pump, half hidden by water-plants and savin bushes
and tall grasses. The kitchen is a modern addition, proving beyond
doubt that La Grenadiere was originally nothing but a simple
vendangeoir--a vintage-house belonging to townsfolk in Tours, from
which Saint-Cyr is separated by the vast river-bed of the Loire. The
owners only came over for the day for a picnic, or at the vintage-
time, sending provisions across in the morning, and scarcely ever
spent the night there except during the grape harvest; but the English
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