| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: somehow, at last. Not another Wetona train until midnight. She
shrank into a remote corner of the waiting room and there she
huddled until midnight, watching the entrances like a child who
is fearful of ghosts in the night.
The hands of the station clock seemed fixed and immovable. The
hour between eleven and twelve was endless. She was on the
train. It was almost morning. It was morning. Dawn was
breaking. She was home! She had the house key clutched tightly
in her hand long before she turned Schroeder's corner. Suppose
he had come home! Suppose he had jumped a town and come home
ahead of his schedule. They had quarreled once before, and he
One Basket |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.
Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
Poems of William Blake |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: her door, every footfall echoing in the street, she hid her emotions
by starting topics relating to the interests of the town, and she
raised such a lively discussion on the quality of ciders, which was
ably seconded by the old merchant, that the company almost forgot to
watch her, finding her countenance quite natural, and her composure
imperturbable. The public prosecutor and one of the judges of the
revolutionary tribunal was taciturn, observing attentively every
change in her face; every now and then they addressed her some
embarrassing question, to which, however, the countess answered with
admirable presence of mind. Mothers have such courage!
After Madame de Dey had arranged the card parties, placing some guests
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