|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates:
my fair Olympian, than a glad eye."
A quarter past five. The train was passing through the outskirts
of London. A bare ten minutes more, and we should arrive. I
looked anxiously at the girl, wondering where, when, how I should
see her again. For the last half-hour we had spoken but little.
She had seemed sleepy, and I had begged her to rest. Dreamily
she had thanked me, saying that she had had little sleep the
night before. Then the eyes had smiled gently and disappeared.
It was almost dark now, so swift had been the passing of the
winter's day. Lights shone and blinked out of the darkness.
Another train roared by, and we slackened speed. Slowly we
The Brother of Daphne
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft:
enough where there are so many other dishes. The four ENTREE dishes
are always placed on the table when we sit down, according to our
old fashion, and not one by one. They have [them] warmed with hot
water, so that they keep hot while the soup and fish are eaten.
Turkey, even BOILED turkey, is brought on AFTER the ENTREES, mutton
(a saddle always) or venison, with a pheasant or partridges. With
the roast is always put on the SWEETS, as they are called, as the
term dessert seems restricted to the last course of fruits. During
the dinner there are always long strips of damask all round the
table which are removed before the dessert is put on, and there is
no brushing of crumbs. You may not care for all this, but the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay:
stretches. There were great swampy marshes, through which Maskull
was obliged to splash. It was a matter of indifference to him how
wet he became - if only he could catch sight of that individual with
the drum. Mile after mile was covered, and still he was no nearer to
The gloom of the forest settled down upon his spirits. He felt
despondent, tired, and savage. He had not heard the drum beats for
some while, and was half inclined to discontinue the pursuit.
Passing around a great, columnar tree trunk, he almost stumbled
against a man who was standing on the farther side. He was leaning
against the trunk with one hand, in an attitude of repose. His other