|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa:
meaning of the phrase. Let us build a fire and boil them both!"
"If you put us on to boil," said the Fish, "there will be
"Ho ho!" laughed the village folk. "We shall see."
And so they made a fire.
"I have never been so angered!" said the Fish. The Turtle in
a whispered reply said: "We shall die!"
When a pair of strong hands lifted the Fish over the
sputtering water, he put his mouth downward. "Whssh!" he said. He
blew the water all over the people, so that many were burned and
could not see. Screaming with pain, they ran away.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:
rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion,
swelling and swelling till it filled all her cleaving consciousness,
and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion,
but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper
through all her tissue and consciousness, till she was one perfect
concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious
inarticulate cries. The voice out of the uttermost night, the life! The
man heard it beneath him with a kind of awe, as his life sprang out
into her. And as it subsided, he subsided too and lay utterly still,
unknowing, while her grip on him slowly relaxed, and she lay inert. And
they lay and knew nothing, not even of each other, both lost. Till at
Lady Chatterley's Lover
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
twenty-five feet wide. It was very high, too, with a domed ceiling,
and a gallery ran around the entire room, about fifteen feet above
the floor. The candle light did not penetrate beyond the dim
outlines of the gallery rail, but I fancied the wall there hung
with smaller pictures.
Hotchkiss had discovered a fire laid in the enormous fireplace, and
in a few minutes we were steaming before a cheerful blaze. Within
the radius of its light and heat, we were comfortable again. But
the brightness merely emphasized the gloom of the ghostly corners.
We talked in subdued tones, and I smoked, a box of Russian
cigarettes which I found in a table drawer. We had decided to stay
The Man in Lower Ten