| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: killed them all?"
"Those whom I failed to kill have departed, Perry," I
replied.
He came out on deck and, peering over the side,
descried the lone canoe floating a short distance astern
with its grim and grisly freight. Farther his eyes wan-
dered to the retreating boats.
"David," said he at last, "this is a notable occasion. It
is a great day in the annals of Pellucidar. We have won
a glorious victory.
"Your majesty's navy has routed a fleet of the enemy
Pellucidar |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: would try to be more accurate, he said: "Tell me--which is East, which
is West?" he said, half laughing at her, half scolding her, for he
could not understand the state of mind of any one, not absolutely
imbecile, who did not know the points of the compass. Yet she did not
know. And seeing her gazing, with her vague, now rather frightened,
eyes fixed where no house was Mr Ramsay forgot his dream; how he walked
up and down between the urns on the terrace; how the arms were
stretched out to him. He thought, women are always like that; the
vagueness of their minds is hopeless; it was a thing he had never been
able to understand; but so it was. It had been so with her--his wife.
They could not keep anything clearly fixed in their minds. But he had
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: looking steadily ahead, for the boat went as straight as a bushman's
dart, when it leaves the end of the sumpitan. There was no better
paddler, no better steersman than my brother. Many times, together, we
had won races in that canoe. But we never had put out our strength as
we did then--then, when for the last time we paddled together! There
was no braver or stronger man in our country than my brother. I could
not spare the strength to turn my head and look at him, but every
moment I heard the hiss of his breath getting louder behind me. Still
he did not speak. The sun was high. The heat clung to my back like a
flame of fire. My ribs were ready to burst, but I could no longer get
enough air into my chest. And then I felt I must cry out with my last
Tales of Unrest |
