| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: man give me several specimens of langwidge unwashed and uncombed
when I told him Wolf and York was outlaws and train-robbers.
Didn't believe a word of it, he said. 'Twas just like the fool
officers to jump an innocent party. I told Jay to keep his shirt
on--he could turn his wolf lose when they framed up that he was
in it. Well, sir! I plumb thought for a moment he was going to
draw on me when I said that. Say he must be the fellow that's in
on that mine, with Leroy and York Neil. He's a big, long-haired
guy."
Collins' eyes narrowed to slits, as they always did when he was
thinking intensely. Were their suspicions of the showman about to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.
And to everybody there was always this sense of unlimited resources,
she supposed; one after another, she, Lily, Augustus Carmichael, must
feel, our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish.
Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep;
but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us
by. Her horizon seemed to her limitless. There were all the places
she had not seen; the Indian plains; she felt herself pushing aside the
thick leather curtain of a church in Rome. saw it. They could not stop
it, she thought, exulting. There was freedom, there was peace, there
was, most welcome of all, a summoning together, a resting on a platform
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: trying to remember what a cheiromantist really was, and hoping it
was not the same as a cheiropodist.
'He comes to see my hand twice a week regularly,' continued Lady
Windermere, 'and is most interesting about it.'
'Good heavens!' said the Duchess to herself, 'he is a sort of
cheiropodist after all. How very dreadful. I hope he is a
foreigner at any rate. It wouldn't be quite so bad then.'
'I must certainly introduce him to you.'
'Introduce him!' cried the Duchess; 'you don't mean to say he is
here?' and she began looking about for a small tortoise-shell fan
and a very tattered lace shawl, so as to be ready to go at a
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