| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: a shout of cheers and laughter, which attracted everybody to the
procession.
"It is too late to hang back now, Englishman." "You must make the best
of a bad business." "If you wanted to change your mind, you should have
done it before," men and women roared and screamed with many other such
bantering words, till at length I felt myself turn the colour of a red
vlei lily.
So we came at last to where Marie stood, the centre of an admiring
circle. She was clothed in a soft white gown made of some simple but
becoming stuff, and she wore upon her dark hair a wreath woven by the
other maidens in the camp, a bevy of whom stood behind her.
Marie |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: down than bringing forward; and then I think, monsieur--it
appears to me that ambition, LITERARY ambition especially, is not
a feeling to be cherished in the mind of a woman: would not
Mdlle. Henri be much safer and happier if taught to believe that
in the quiet discharge of social duties consists her real
vocation, than if stimulated to aspire after applause and
publicity? She may never marry; scanty as are her resources,
obscure as are her connections, uncertain as is her health (for I
think her consumptive, her mother died of that complaint), it is
more than probable she never will. I do not see how she can rise
to a position, whence such a step would be possible; but even in
The Professor |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: come, was really a person of no serious consequence to these
people. To them, with their training, my General was only a man,
after all, while their Prince was clearly much more than that--a
being of a wholly unsimilar construction and constitution, and
being of no more blood and kinship with men than are the serene
eternal lights of the firmament with the poor dull tallow candles
of commerce that sputter and die and leave nothing behind but a
pinch of ashes and a stink.
I saw the last act of "Tannh:auser." I sat in the gloom and
the deep stillness, waiting--one minute, two minutes, I do not
know exactly how long--then the soft music of the hidden
What is Man? |
