| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy: occupied her till four o'clock, at which time she recrossed the
market-place. It was impossible to avoid rediscovering
Winterborne every time she passed that way, for standing, as he
always did at this season of the year, with his specimen apple-
tree in the midst, the boughs rose above the heads of the crowd,
and brought a delightful suggestion of orchards among the crowded
buildings there. When her eye fell upon him for the last time he
was standing somewhat apart, holding the tree like an ensign, and
looking on the ground instead of pushing his produce as he ought
to have been doing. He was, in fact, not a very successful seller
either of his trees or of his cider, his habit of speaking his
The Woodlanders |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: "and when Jimmie scoffed at the dogs, I bet him that he could not
break into the house without the dogs arousing the household. I
never once thought about Jimmie's heart trouble," she confessed,
and her lips quivered. "I feel so guilty."
"You are inconsistent, Babs," chided Kent gently. "One moment you
reproach yourself for being the cause of bringing on Jimmie's heart
attack, and the next you declare you believe he died through foul
play. You," looking at her tenderly, while a whimsical smile
softened his stern mouth, "don't go so far as to claim you murdered
him, do you?"
"Of course I didn't!" Barbara spoke with indignant emphasis, and
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: Laban departed as directed, and at eleven o'clock
that night several of the villagers strolled along the
road to Casterbridge and awaited his arrival-among
them Oak, and nearly all the rest of Bathsheba's men.
Gabriel's anxiety was great that Boldwood might be
saved, even though in his conscience he felt that he
ought to die; for there had been qualities in the farmer
which Oak loved. At last, when they all were weary
the tramp of a horse was heard in the distance --
First dead, as if on turf it trode,
Then, clattering on the village road
Far From the Madding Crowd |
