| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen: like of your acquaintance with her."
"May I, indeed?--Then I will speak the truth, and nothing suits me
so well. I met her frequently at Weymouth. I had known the Campbells
a little in town; and at Weymouth we were very much in the same set.
Colonel Campbell is a very agreeable man, and Mrs. Campbell a friendly,
warm-hearted woman. I like them all."
"You know Miss Fairfax's situation in life, I conclude; what she
is destined to be?"
"Yes--(rather hesitatingly)--I believe I do."
"You get upon delicate subjects, Emma," said Mrs. Weston smiling;
"remember that I am here.--Mr. Frank Churchill hardly knows
Emma |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: its despotic sway. The Tremolino! To this day I cannot utter or
even write that name without a strange tightening of the breast and
the gasp of mingled delight and dread of one's first passionate
experience.
XLI.
We four formed (to use a term well understood nowadays in every
social sphere) a "syndicate" owning the Tremolino: an
international and astonishing syndicate. And we were all ardent
Royalists of the snow-white Legitimist complexion - Heaven only
knows why! In all associations of men there is generally one who,
by the authority of age and of a more experienced wisdom, imparts a
The Mirror of the Sea |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: afford to
give them time to see that he was absolutely right.
One of his favorite Scripture quotations was, "Wait on the Lord."
He had applied it to real estate and to people, with profitable
results.
But to human persons the sensation of being waited for is not
always agreeable. Sometimes, especially with the young, it
produces
a vague restlessness, a dumb resentment, which is increased by
the fact that one can hardly explain or justify it. Of this
John Weightman was not conscious. It lay beyond his horizon.
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