| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: I to be his wife again after her. For me to live with him now
would be torture, just because I love my past love for him..."
And sobs cut short her word. But as though of set design, each
time she was softened she began to speak again of what
exasperated her.
"She's young, you see, she's pretty," she went on. "Do you know,
Anna, my youth and my beauty are gone, taken by whom? By him and
his children. I have worked for him, and all I had has gone in
his service, and now of course any fresh, vulgar creature has moe
charm for him. No doubt they talked of me together, or, worse
still, they were silent. Do you understand?"
Anna Karenina |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: ing a conjuring trick with some household utensils,
and the family, now won over to him without excep-
tion, was beholding him with worshipful admiration.
As Alicia passed in Robert started suddenly. He
had forgotten for the moment that she was present.
Without a glance at him she went on upstairs.
After that the fun grew quiet. An hour passed
in talk, and then Robert went up himself.
She was standing by the window when he entered
their room. She was still clothed as when they were
on the porch. Outside and crowding against the
The Voice of the City |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Edingburgh Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson: cannoning one against another; and now and again, one
falls and lies as he has fallen. Before night, so many
have gone to bed or the police office, that the streets
seem almost clearer. And as GUISARDS and FIRST-FOOTERS
are now not much seen except in country places, when once
the New Year has been rung in and proclaimed at the Tron
railings, the festivities begin to find their way indoors
and something like quiet returns upon the town. But
think, in these piled LANDS, of all the senseless
snorers, all the broken heads and empty pockets!
Of old, Edinburgh University was the scene of heroic
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