| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: grimly. But he began to think as he steered that he might escape; he
might be quit of it all. They might land somewhere; and be free then.
Both of them, looking at each other for a moment, had a sense of escape
and exaltation, what with the speed and the change. But the breeze
bred in Mr Ramsay too the same excitement, and, as old Macalister
turned to fling his line overboard, he cried out aloud,
"We perished," and then again, "each alone." And then with his usual
spasm of repentance or shyness, pulled himself up, and waved his hand
towards the shore.
"See the little house," he said pointing, wishing Cam to look. She
raised herself reluctantly and looked. But which was it? She could no
To the Lighthouse |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving: reins on the other side, and kicked lustily with the contrary
foot: it was all in vain; his steed started, it is true, but it
was only to plunge to the opposite side of the road into a
thicket of brambles and alder-bushes. The schoolmaster now
bestowed both whip and heel upon the starveling ribs of old
Gunpowder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came
to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly
sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a
plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear
of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the
brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering. It
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf: "And I must go to my aunt," said Miss Warrington, and taking up
the duties of the day they moved away.
Whether the flimsiness of foreign sheets and the coarseness of
their type is any proof of frivolity and ignorance, there is no
doubt that English people scarce consider news read there as news,
any more than a programme bought from a man in the street inspires
confidence in what it says. A very respectable elderly pair,
having inspected the long tables of newspapers, did not think it
worth their while to read more than the headlines.
"The debate on the fifteenth should have reached us by now,"
Mrs. Thornbury murmured. Mr. Thornbury, who was beautifully clean
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