| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: though he was almost our only visitor, I never wholly
overcame a sense of fear in his presence; and this
disquietude was rather fed by the awful solitude in which he
lived and the obscurity that hung about his occupations. His
house was but a mile or two from ours, but very differently
placed. It stood overlooking the road on the summit of a
steep slope, and planted close against a range of overhanging
bluffs. Nature, you would say, had here desired to imitate
the works of man; for the slope was even, like the glacis of
a fort, and the cliffs of a constant height, like the
ramparts of a city. Not even spring could change one feature
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: latter to a joint in the head, and with all their might struck a great
blow.
Down fell the huge beasts, falling one above another. It was like a
mountain; and upon the heap of dead bodies and armour a monstrous
elephant, called "The Fury of Baal," which had been caught by the leg
in some chains, stood howling until the evening with an arrow in its
eye.
The others, however, like conquerors, delighting in extermination,
overthrew, crushed, stamped, and raged against the corpses and the
debris. To repel the maniples in serried circles around them, they
turned about on their hind feet as they advanced, with a continual
Salammbo |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: them think it! Her eyelids quivered; she tossed her head, defying them.
What could the thoughts of those creatures matter to some one who stood
there bleeding to death, pierced to the heart, to the heart, by such a
letter--
..."I feel more and more strongly that our marriage would be a mistake.
Not that I do not love you. I love you as much as it is possible for me to
love any woman, but, truth to tell, I have come to the conclusion that I am
not a marrying man, and the idea of settling down fills me with nothing
but--" and the word "disgust" was scratched out lightly and "regret"
written over the top.
Basil! Miss Meadows stalked over to the piano. And Mary Beazley, who was
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