| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: day, the first dandelions making suns, the first daisies so white. The
hazel thicket was a lace-work, of half-open leaves, and the last dusty
perpendicular of the catkins. Yellow celandines now were in crowds,
flat open, pressed back in urgency, and the yellow glitter of
themselves. It was the yellow, the powerful yellow of early summer. And
primroses were broad, and full of pale abandon, thick-clustered
primroses no longer shy. The lush, dark green of hyacinths was a sea,
with buds rising like pale corn, while in the riding the forget-me-nots
were fluffing up, and columbines were unfolding their ink-purple
ruches, and there were bits of blue bird's eggshell under a bush.
Everywhere the bud-knots and the leap of life!
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: ingratiating little flask of Chianti, and, in that frame of mind
which was with him almost chronic, had delayed a moment by the
door, peering round in the dimly-lighted street in search of
those mysterious incidents and persons with which the streets of
London teem in every quarter and every hour. Villiers prided
himself as a practised explorer of such obscure mazes and byways
of London life, and in this unprofitable pursuit he displayed an
assiduity which was worthy of more serious employment. Thus he
stood by the lamp-post surveying the passers-by with
undisguised curiosity, and with that gravity known only to the
systematic diner, had just enunciated in his mind the formula:
The Great God Pan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: You'll last just twenty days at the rate you are going, and will
have to go stark naked all year."
At this indelacate speach I ordered her out of the room, but she
only tucked the covers in and asked me if I had brushed my teeth.
"You know," she said, "that you'll be coming to me for money when
you run out, Miss Bab, as you've always done, and expecting me to
patch and mend and make over your old things, when I've got my
hands full anyhow. And you with a Fortune fritered away."
"I wish to think, Hannah," I said in a plaintive tone. "Please go
away."
But she came and stood over me.
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