| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: Muller equally calmly, and ordered the man to drive through the
gateway into the inner courtyard. He himself got into the wagon,
and in the course of the short drive he had made a discovery. He
had found a tiny glass stopper, such as is used in perfume bottles.
He could understand from this why the odour of perfume which had
now become familiar to him was still so strong inside the old cab.
Also why it was so strong on the delicate handkerchief. Asta Langen
had taken the stopper from the bottle in her pocket, so as to leave
a trail of odour behind her.
CHAPTER THREE
THE LONELY COTTAGE
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: "Mademoiselle," cried Wilfrid, endeavoring to repress the loud tones
of his angry voice, "do not jest with me. You can love Seraphita only
as one young girl can love another, and not with the love which she
inspires in me. You do not know your danger if my jealousy were really
aroused. Why can I not go to her? Is it you who stand in my way?"
"I do not know by what right you probe my heart," said Minna, calm in
appearance, but inwardly terrified. "Yes, I love him," she said,
recovering the courage of her convictions, that she might, for once,
confess the religion of her heart. "But my jealousy, natural as it is
in love, fears no one here below. Alas! I am jealous of a secret
feeling that absorbs him. Between him and me there is a great gulf
Seraphita |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: their heads, and a voice like a cry shouted, "Any more for the gangway?"
"You'll give my love to father," Fenella saw her father's lips say. And
her grandma, very agitated, answered, "Of course I will, dear. Go now.
You'll be left. Go now, Frank. Go now."
"It's all right, mother. I've got another three minutes." To her surprise
Fenella saw her father take off his hat. He clasped grandma in his arms
and pressed her to him. "God bless you, mother!" she heard him say.
And grandma put her hand, with the black thread glove that was worn through
on her ring finger, against his cheek, and she sobbed, "God bless you, my
own brave son!"
This was so awful that Fenella quickly turned her back on them, swallowed
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