| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: and I explained it. He took the one I had away, and ordered her to
resign hers to me; she refused, and he - he struck her down, and
wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot.'
'And were you pleased to see her struck?' I asked: having my
designs in encouraging his talk.
'I winked,' he answered: 'I wink to see my father strike a dog or
a horse, he does it so hard. Yet I was glad at first - she
deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she
made me come to the window and showed me her cheek cut on the
inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and
then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down
Wuthering Heights |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: of dust. It vanished in the distance, and presently we came up with
him lying on the grass. He panted in the shade of the hedge with
shining eyes but pretended not to see us. We had not exchanged a
word so far. The girl by my side gave him a scornful glance in
passing.
"He offered to come with me," she remarked bitterly.
"And then abandoned you!" I sympathized. "It looks very
unchivalrous. But that's merely his want of tact. I believe he
meant to protest against your reckless proceedings. What made you
come so near the edge of that quarry? The earth might have given
way. Haven't you noticed a smashed fir tree at the bottom? Tumbled
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott: as it seemed, a single and swift stride to the bed where I lay,
and squatted herself down upon it, in precisely the same attitude
which I had assumed in the extremity of horror, advancing her
diabolical countenance within half a yard of mine, with a grin
which seemed to intimate the malice and the derision of an
incarnate fiend."
Here General Browne stopped, and wiped from his brow the cold
perspiration with which the recollection of his horrible vision
had covered it.
"My lord," he said, "I am no coward, I have been in all the
mortal dangers incidental to my profession, and I may truly boast
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