| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: matting. The air was mouldy and heavy with decay, while strings of
fish-tails and of half-cleaned dog and crocodile skulls did not add
to the wholesomeness of the place.
In the centre, crouched before a slow-smoking fire, in the littered
ashes of a thousand fires, was an old man who blinked apathetically
at the invaders. He was extremely old--so old that his withered
skin hung about him in loose folds and did not look like skin. His
hands were bony claws, his emaciated face a sheer death's-head.
His task, it seemed, was to tend the fire, and while he blinked at
them he added to it a handful of dead and mouldy wood. And hung in
the smoke they found the object of their search. Joan turned and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: traditional lunch in the country.
We had now only to decide where we should go. It was once more
Prudence who settled the difficulty.
"Do you want to go to the real country?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Well, let us go to Bougival, at the Point du Jour, at Widow
Arnould's. Armand, order an open carriage."
An hour and a half later we were at Widow Arnould's.
Perhaps you know the inn, which is a hotel on week days and a tea
garden on Sundays. There is a magnificent view from the garden,
which is at the height of an ordinary first floor. On the left
Camille |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.'
CXXXVII
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
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