|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar:
to mek him build fire. She mos' freeze."
Whereupon the rumour spread that Miss Sophie was starving herself
to death to get some luckless relative out of jail for Christmas;
a rumour which enveloped her scraggy little figure with a kind of
halo to the neighbours when she appeared on the streets.
November had merged into December, and the little pile of coins
was yet far from the sum needed. Dear God! how the money did
have to go! The rent and the groceries and the coal, though, to
be sure, she used a precious bit of that. Would all the work and
saving and skimping do good? Maybe, yes, maybe by Christmas.
Christmas Eve on Royal Street is no place for a weakling, for the
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
rump-steak. They wrestle for a baby as though they were wrestling with
Death for the body of Patroclus...Ever seen that picture by an English
artist. Leighton? Wonderful thing--full of sinew!"
"There he goes again," thought Andreas, "airing off his knowledge to make a
fool of me."
"Now your mother--she's firm--she's capable. Does what she's told with a
fund of sympathy. Look at these shops we're passing--they're festering
sores. How on earth this government can tolerate--"
"They're not so bad--sound enough--only want a coat of paint."
The doctor whistled a little tune and flicked the mare again.
"Well, I hope the young shaver won't give his mother too much trouble," he
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott:
appearance, and Hobbie, not without a conscious glance at
Earnscliff, placed himself by her side. Mirth and lively
conversation, in which the old lady of the house took the good-
humoured share which so well becomes old age, restored to the
cheeks of the damsels the roses which their brother's tale of the
apparition had chased away, and they danced and sung for an hour
after supper as if there were no such things as goblins in the
I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind;
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,