| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: again. He was sitting beside Mrs Ramsay and he had nothing in the
world to say to her.
"I'm so sorry," said Mrs Ramsy, turning to him at last. He felt rigid
and barren, like a pair of boots that have been soaked and gone dry so
that you can hardly force your feet into them. Yet he must force his
feet into them. He must make himself talk. Unless he were very
careful, she would find out this treachery of his; that he did not care
a straw for her, and that would not be at all pleasant, he thought. So
he bent his head courteously in her direction.
"How you must detest dining in this bear garden," she said, making use,
as she did when she was distracted, of her social manner. So, when
To the Lighthouse |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: Why don't you put on your things and run downtown, or over to
Cora's or somewhere, hm?"
"What for?"--listlessly.
"What for! What does anybody go out for!"
"I don't know."
If they could have talked it over together, these two, the girl
might have found relief. But the family shyness of their class
was too strong upon them. Once Mrs. Golden had said, in an
effort at sympathy, "Person'd think Chuck Mory was the only one
who'd gone to war an' the last fella left in the world."
A grim flash of the old humor lifted the corners of the wide
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Two Brothers by Honore de Balzac: daughter, and the only person to whom she confided her griefs. The
little that the good town of Issoudun ever really knew of the
beautiful Madame Rouget was told by Madame Hochon,--though not until
after the doctor's death.
The first words of Madame Rouget, when informed by her husband that he
meant to send Agathe to Paris, were: "I shall never see my daughter
again."
"And she was right," said the worthy Madame Hochon.
After this, the poor mother grew as yellow as a quince, and her
appearance did not contradict the tongues of those who declared that
Doctor Rouget was killing her by inches. The behavior of her booby of
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