| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: nearer Jonesboro and that would mean--
At last she saw Prissy coming down the street at a quick trot and
she leaned out of the window. Prissy, looking up, saw her and her
mouth opened to yell. Seeing the panic written on the little black
face and fearing she might alarm Melanie by crying out evil
tidings, Scarlett hastily put her finger to her lips and left the
window.
"I'll get some cooler water," she said, looking down into Melanie's
dark, deep-circled eyes and trying to smile. Then she hastily left
the room, closing the door carefully behind her.
Prissy was sitting on the bottom step in the hall, panting.
Gone With the Wind |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: hat-on-the-back-of-the-head style of dealing with the sacred
vessels, would count himself, spiritually, quite competent to
send a mission to convert the Indians.
All that Sunday I listened to people who said that the mere fact
of spiking down strips of iron to wood, and getting a steam and
iron thing to run along them was progress, that the telephone was
progress, and the net-work of wires overhead was progress. They
repeated their statements again and again.
One of them took me to their City Hall and Board of Trade works,
and pointed it out with pride. It was very ugly, but very big,
and the streets in front of it were narrow and unclean. When I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: the Abbe might leave her. When Mariette said, "Here is Monsieur
Giroud," it seemed to Rosalie that the interview had lasted no more
than a few minutes. By the time she came out from the confessional,
Mass was over. Albert had left the church.
"The Vicar-General was right," thought she. "/He/ is unhappy. Why
should this eagle--for he has the eyes of an eagle--swoop down on
Besancon? Oh, I must know everything! But how?"
Under the smart of this new desire Rosalie set the stitches of her
worsted-work with exquisite precision, and hid her meditations under a
little innocent air, which shammed simplicity to deceive Madame de
Watteville.
Albert Savarus |
