| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: inferior--thinner, slighter, not so tall. As an animal, Edward
excelled me far; should he prove as paramount in mind as in
person I must be a slave--for I must expect from him no
lion-like generosity to one weaker than himself; his cold,
avaricious eye, his stern, forbidding manner told me he would not
spare. Had I then force of mind to cope with him? I did not
know; I had never been tried.
Mrs. Crimsworth's entrance diverted my thoughts for a moment.
She looked well, dressed in white, her face and her attire
shining in morning and bridal freshness. I addressed her with
the degree of ease her last night's careless gaiety seemed to
The Professor |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: You may know terror yourself some day. No! don't think of that.
Look at the matter purely from the scientific point of view.
You don't inquire where the dead things on which you
experiment come from. Don't inquire now. I have told you
too much as it is. But I beg of you to do this. We were
friends once, Alan."
"Don't speak about those days, Dorian--they are dead."
"The dead linger sometimes. The man upstairs will not go away.
He is sitting at the table with bowed head and outstretched arms.
Alan! Alan! If you don't come to my assistance, I am ruined.
Why, they will hang me, Alan! Don't you understand? They will hang
The Picture of Dorian Gray |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: number of his antagonists back and forth upon the great
chain that held him, and presently came the same sound
that he had heard at a little distance from him a short
time before he had been attacked--his chain had parted
and the broken end snapped back against the stone wall.
Now he was seized upon either side and dragged at
a rapid pace through the dark corridors--toward what
fate he could not even guess.
At first he had thought his foes might be of the tribe
of Torquas, but their hairy bodies belied that belief.
Now he was at last quite sure of their identity,
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
