| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: You are now in the bitter waters, my child. By this time tomorrow you will,
please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the sweet waters.
So do not mourn over-much. Till then I shall not ask you to forgive me."
Arthur and Quincey came home with me, and we tried to cheer each other
on the way. We had left behind the child in safety, and were tired.
So we all slept with more or less reality of sleep.
29 September, night.--A little before twelve o'clock we three,
Arthur, Quincey Morris, and myself, called for the Professor.
It was odd to notice that by common consent we had all put
on black clothes. Of course, Arthur wore black, for he was
in deep mourning, but the rest of us wore it by instinct.
Dracula |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: less, I do not know why I should have hated them so
before I was old enough to know how rotten they really
are. So it seems to me that I am but the instrument
of an old man's spite, not even knowing the grievance
to the avenging of which my life has been dedicated
by another.
"And at times, Father Claude, as I grow older, I doubt
much that the nameless old man of Torn is my father,
so little do I favor him, and never in all my life have
I heard a word of fatherly endearment or felt a caress,
even as a little child. What think you, Father Claude?"
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: way that I am somehow ridiculous. I see that, Anne. But if I were to--"
"No, no." Anne squeezed his hand hard. "It's not that. That's all wrong.
I'm not far above you at all. You're much better than I am. You're
marvellously unselfish and...and kind and simple. I'm none of those
things. You don't know me. I'm the most awful character," said Anne.
"Please don't interrupt. And besides, that's not the point. The point
is"--she shook her head--"I couldn't possibly marry a man I laughed at.
Surely you see that. The man I marry--" breathed Anne softly. She broke
off. She drew her hand away, and looking at Reggie she smiled strangely,
dreamily. "The man I marry--"
And it seemed to Reggie that a tall, handsome, brilliant stranger stepped
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