| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: At this, after a second in which his head made the movement of a
baffled dog's on a scent and then gave a frantic little shake for air
and light, he was at me in a white rage, bewildered, glaring vainly
over the place and missing wholly, though it now, to my sense,
filled the room like the taste of poison, the wide, overwhelming presence.
"It's HE?"
I was so determined to have all my proof that I flashed into ice
to challenge him. "Whom do you mean by `he'?"
"Peter Quint--you devil!" His face gave again, round the room,
its convulsed supplication. "WHERE?"
They are in my ears still, his supreme surrender of the name
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy: High overhead, above the chancel steps, Jude could discern a huge,
solidly constructed Latin cross--as large, probably, as the original
it was designed to commemorate. It seemed to be suspended in the air
by invisible wires; it was set with large jewels, which faintly glimmered
in some weak ray caught from outside, as the cross swayed to and fro
in a silent and scarcely perceptible motion. Underneath, upon the floor,
lay what appeared to be a heap of black clothes, and from this was
repeated the sobbing that he had heard before. It was his Sue's form,
prostrate on the paving.
"Sue!" he whispered.
Something white disclosed itself; she had turned up her face.
Jude the Obscure |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Reign of King Edward the Third by William Shakespeare: This night will scarce suffice a faithful lover;
For, ere the Sun shall gild the eastern sky,
We'll wake him with our Marshall harmony.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III. SCENE I. Flanders. The French Camp.
[Enter King John of France, his two sons, Charles of
Normandy, and Phillip, and the Duke of Lorrain.]
KING JOHN.
Here, till our Navy of a thousand sail
Have made a breakfast to our foe by Sea,
Let us encamp, to wait their happy speed.--
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