| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: buy a handful of flowers from the old beggar who had his tray fixed to the
railings. Little children ran among them, swooping and laughing; little
boys with big white silk bows under their chins, little girls, little
French dolls, dressed up in velvet and lace. And sometimes a tiny
staggerer came suddenly rocking into the open from under the trees,
stopped, stared, as suddenly sat down "flop," until its small high-stepping
mother, like a young hen, rushed scolding to its rescue. Other people sat
on the benches and green chairs, but they were nearly always the same,
Sunday after Sunday, and--Miss Brill had often noticed--there was something
funny about nearly all of them. They were odd, silent, nearly all old, and
from the way they stared they looked as though they'd just come from dark
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: that probably a dozen precise schemes of electrochemical action
might be drawn up, differing essentially from each other, yet all
agreeing with the statement there given.'
It appears to me that these words might with justice be applied to
Faraday's own researches at this time. They furnish us with results
of permanent value; but little help can be found in the theory
advanced to account for them. It would, perhaps, be more correct to
say that the theory itself is hardly presentable in any tangible
form to the intellect. Faraday looks, and rightly looks, into the
heart of the decomposing body itself; he sees, and rightly sees,
active within it the forces which produce the decomposition, and he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: character. In them V.V. was no longer a daughter in the
fierce focus of a father's jealousy, but the goddess
enshrined in a good man's heart. Indeed the figure that the
limelight of the reverie fell upon was not V.V. at all but
Mr. Gunter Lake himself, in his favourite role of the perfect
lover.
An interminable speech unfolded itself. "I ask for nothing in
return. I've never worried you about that Caston business and
I never will. Married to me you shall be as free as if you
were unmarried. Don't I know, my dear girl, that you don't
love me yet. Let that be as you wish. I want nothing you are
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