| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: of the man!
But that night seemed a night of stars and singing and Clara's
bright soul still gleamed on the ways they had trod.
"Golden, golden is the air" he chanted to the little pools of
water.... "Golden is the air, golden notes from golden mandolins,
golden frets of golden violins, fair, oh, wearily fair.... Skeins
from braided basket, mortals may not hold; oh, what young
extravagant God, who would know or ask it?... who could give such
gold..."
AMORY IS RESENTFUL
Slowly and inevitably, yet with a sudden surge at the last, while
This Side of Paradise |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: into my memory against the day of fuller understanding. Poor,
proud, habitual, sternly narrow soul! poor difficult and
misunderstanding son! it was the first time that ever it dawned
upon me that my mother also might perhaps feel.
VII
My mother died suddenly and, it was thought by Lady Drew,
inconsiderately, the following spring. Her ladyship instantly
fled to Folkestone with Miss Somerville and Fison, until the
funeral should be over and my mother's successor installed.
My uncle took me over to the funeral. I remember there was a
sort of prolonged crisis in the days preceding this because,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: But two such offers in one day!--Never were such neighbours.
I said to my mother, `Upon my word, ma'am--.' Thank you, my mother
is remarkably well. Gone to Mr. Woodhouse's. I made her take
her shawl--for the evenings are not warm--her large new shawl--
Mrs. Dixon's wedding-present.--So kind of her to think of my mother!
Bought at Weymouth, you know--Mr. Dixon's choice. There were
three others, Jane says, which they hesitated about some time.
Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive. My dear Jane,
are you sure you did not wet your feet?--It was but a drop or two,
but I am so afraid:--but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely--
and there was a mat to step upon--I shall never forget his
Emma |
