| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: striving to its end, which is not of the flesh. Aye, love that
has lost itself, love scorned, love defeated, love that seems
false, love betrayed, love gone astray, love wandering through
the worlds, love asleep and living in its sleep, love awake and
yet sleeping; all love that has in it the germ of life. It
matters not what form love takes. If it be true I tell you that
it will win its way, and in the many that it has seemed to
worship, still find the one, though perchance not here.
At her words a numb fear gripped my heart.
"Not here? Then where?" I said.
"Ask your dead wife, Humphrey. Ask the dumb stars. Ask the God
When the World Shook |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Frederick Douglass: side the door, and kill him!~" With this, a number
of them bolted at him; but they were intercepted
by some more timid than themselves, and the be-
trayer escaped their vengeance, and has not been
seen in New Bedford since. I believe there have
been no more such threats, and should there be here-
after, I doubt not that death would be the conse-
quence.
I found employment, the third day after my ar-
rival, in stowing a sloop with a load of oil. It was
The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: the man down and done him its. If he has refused to creep up into the
middle classes, when he had a chance; and if he's a man who stands up
for his own sex, then they'll do him in. It's the one thing they won't
let you be, straight and open in your sex. You can be as dirty as you
like. In fact the more dirt you do on sex the better they like it. But
if you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll
down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a natural and vital
thing. They won't have it, and they'll kill you before they'll let you
have it. You'll see, they'll hound that man down. And what's he done,
after all? If he's made love to his wife all ends on, hasn't he a right
to? She ought to be proud of it. But you see, even a low bitch like
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
