| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: "It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
Through the Looking-Glass |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: sky had clouded over the brig without a breath of wind.
"Give up," repeated Carter with an uneasy shuffle of feet.
"Nobody," finished Lingard. "I can't. It's as clear as daylight.
I can't! No! Nothing!"
He stared straight out afar, and after looking at him Carter felt
moved by a bit of youthful intuition to murmur, "That's bad," in
a tone that almost in spite of himself hinted at the dawning of a
befogged compassion.
He had a sense of confusion within him, the sense of mystery
without. He had never experienced anything like it all the time
when serving with old Robinson in the Ly-e-moon. And yet he had
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: shoulder a long blade in a silver scabbard. He was there on duty, but
without curiosity, and seemed weary, not with age, but with the
possession of a burdensome secret of existence. Karain, heavy and
proud, had a lofty pose and breathed calmly. It was our first visit,
and we looked about curiously.
The bay was like a bottomless pit of intense light. The circular sheet
of water reflected a luminous sky, and the shores enclosing it made an
opaque ring of earth floating in an emptiness of transparent blue. The
hills, purple and arid, stood out heavily on the sky: their summits
seemed to fade into a coloured tremble as of ascending vapour; their
steep sides were streaked with the green of narrow ravines; at their
Tales of Unrest |
