| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: smother her sobs with her handkerchief.
"Why do you weep?" said Jules; "you need expect no violence and no
reproaches from me. Why should I avenge myself? If you have not been
faithful to my love, it is that you were never worthy of it."
"Not worthy?" The words were repeated amid her sobs and the accent in
which they were said would have moved any other man than Jules.
"To kill you, I must love more than perhaps I do love you," he
continued. "But I should never have the courage; I would rather kill
myself, leaving you to your--happiness, and with--whom!--"
He did not end his sentence.
"Kill yourself!" she cried, flinging herself at his feet and clasping
Ferragus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: Von Gerhard's face was unsmiling. "So," he said,
slowly. "You burn the candle at both ends. All day you
write, is it not so? And at night you come home to write
still more? Ach, Kindchen!--Na, we shall change all
that. We will be better comrades, we two, yes? You
remember that gay little walk of last autumn, when we
explored the Michigan country lane at dusk? I shall be
your Sunday Schatz, and there shall be more rambles like
that one, to bring the roses into your cheeks. We shall
be good Kameraden, as you and this little Griffith are--
what is it they say--good fellows? That is it--good
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: that was the case with Herbert West. When he and I obtained our
degrees at the medical school of Miskatonic University, and sought
to relieve our poverty by setting up as general practitioners,
we took great care not to say that we chose our house because
it was fairly well isolated, and as near as possible to the potter’s
field.
Reticence such as this is seldom without a cause, nor
indeed was ours; for our requirements were those resulting from
a life-work distinctly unpopular. Outwardly we were doctors only,
but beneath the surface were aims of far greater and more terrible
moment -- for the essence of Herbert West’s existence was a quest
Herbert West: Reanimator |
