| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: There were books about Bolshevist Russia, books of travel, a volume
about the atom and the electron, another about the composition of the
earth's core, and the causes of earthquakes: then a few novels: then
three books on India. So! He was a reader after all.
The sun fell on her naked limbs through the gable window. Outside she
saw the dog Flossie roaming round. The hazel-brake was misted with
green, and dark-green dogs-mercury under. It was a clear clean morning
with birds flying and triumphantly singing. If only she could stay! If
only there weren't the other ghastly world of smoke and iron! If only
HE would make her a world.
She came downstairs, down the steep, narrow wooden stairs. Still she
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: by a man who "knew what's what" and who kept his
eyes "skinned pretty well" all the time.
After he had gained a permanent footing on board
the Sofala he allowed his perennial hope to rise high.
To begin with, it was a great advantage to have an old
man for captain: the sort of man besides who in the
nature of things was likely to give up the job before
long from one cause or another. Sterne was greatly
chagrined, however, to notice that he did not seem any-
way near being past his work yet. Still, these old men
go to pieces all at once sometimes. Then there was the
End of the Tether |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: if I had speech.
I know some of the Indian signs - the signs they make with their
hands, and by signal-fires at night and columns of smoke by day.
Buffalo Bill taught me how to drag wounded soldiers out of the line
of fire with my teeth; and I've done it, too; at least I've dragged
HIM out of the battle when he was wounded. And not just once, but
twice. Yes, I know a lot of things. I remember forms, and gaits,
and faces; and you can't disguise a person that's done me a
kindness so that I won't know him thereafter wherever I find him.
I know the art of searching for a trail, and I know the stale track
from the fresh. I can keep a trail all by myself, with Buffalo
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