| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: girl! she still laments his Death with undiminished constancy,
notwithstanding he has been dead more than six weeks; but some
People mind such things more than others. The ill state of
Health into which his loss has thrown her makes her so weak, and
so unable to support the least exertion, that she has been in
tears all this Morning merely from having taken leave of Mrs.
Marlowe who with her Husband, Brother and Child are to leave
Bristol this morning. I am sorry to have them go because they
are the only family with whom we have here any acquaintance, but
I never thought of crying; to be sure Eloisa and Mrs Marlowe have
always been more together than with me, and have therefore
Love and Friendship |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: the curves and shadows of the fruit, among the rich purples of the
lowland grapes, then over the horny ridge of the shell, putting a
yellow against a purple, a curved shape against a round shape, without
knowing why she did it, or why, every time she did it, she felt more
and more serene; until, oh, what a pity that they should do it--a hand
reached out, took a pear, and spoilt the whole thing. In sympathy she
looked at Rose. She looked at Rose sitting between Jasper and Prue.
How odd that one's child should do that!
How odd to see them sitting there, in a row, her children, Jasper,
Rose, Prue, Andrew, almost silent, but with some joke of their own
going on, she guessed, from the twitching at their lips. It was
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: love. But she had had no tragedy. She told herself
firmly that there had been no story of love in her life.
There never could be, now. She was too old.
She was tired, too, and very lonely. This man would seat
her on a throne and worship her every day. That would be
pleasant enough.
"I am ashamed of myself," he was saying, "to pursue you
in this way. You have given me no encouragement, I know.
But whenever I go to New York and bone down to work,
something tells me to come back and try again."
Lucy did not answer, and there was a brief silence.
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