| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: man! She did not start again at the sight of him; she said
nothing, but moved towards him so that his arm could clasp her
round.
And they walked on so in silence, while the warm tears fell. Adam
was content, and said nothing. It was Dinah who spoke first.
"Adam," she said, "it is the Divine Will. My soul is so knit to
yours that it is but a divided life I live without you. And this
moment, now you are with me, and I feel that our hearts are filled
with the same love. I have a fulness of strength to bear and do
our heavenly Father's Will that I had lost before."
Adam paused and looked into her sincere eyes.
Adam Bede |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: visit was frankly one of curiosity, and her subsequent tales did
justice to her observations; but Zechariah came to lead a pair
of Alderney cows which Old Whateley had bought of his son Curtis.
This marked the beginning of a course of cattle-buying on the
part of small Wilbur's family which ended only in 1928, when the
Dunwich horror came and went; yet at no time did the ramshackle
Wateley barn seem overcrowded with livestock. There came a period
when people were curious enough to steal up and count the herd
that grazed precariously on the steep hillside above the old farm-house,
and they could never find more than ten or twelve anaemic, bloodless-looking
specimens. Evidently some blight or distemper, perhaps sprung
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: "But ye cannot. Ye've been reading some of my cases, ye say. But it
was not for the law in them, it was to spy out your faither's nakedness,
a fine employment in a son. You're splairging; you're running at lairge
in life like a wild nowt. It's impossible you should think any longer
of coming to the Bar. You're not fit for it; no splairger is. And
another thing: son of mines or no son of mines, you have flung fylement
in public on one of the Senators of the Coallege of Justice, and I would
make it my business to see that ye were never admitted there yourself.
There is a kind of a decency to be observit. Then comes the next of it
- what am I to do with ye next? Ye'll have to find some kind of a
trade, for I'll never support ye in idleset. What do ye fancy ye'll be
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