| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: were very large, though, perhaps, not very expressive; take him
altogether, he was a pleasant-looking lad, and I had no fault to
find with him, beyond that he was of a dusky hue, and inclined to
hairyness; two characteristics that I disliked. It was his mind
that puzzled, and yet attracted me. The doctor's phrase - an
innocent - came back to me; and I was wondering if that were, after
all, the true description, when the road began to go down into the
narrow and naked chasm of a torrent. The waters thundered
tumultuously in the bottom; and the ravine was filled full of the
sound, the thin spray, and the claps of wind, that accompanied
their descent. The scene was certainly impressive; but the road
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: his name at the top of every letterhead of any importance in
Chippewa, from the Pulp and Paper Mill to the First National
Bank, and including the watch factory, the canning works, and the
Mid-Western Land Company. Knowing this, you were able to
appreciate Tessie's sarcasm. Angie Hatton was as unaware of
Tessie's existence as only a young woman could be whose family
residence was in Chippewa, Wisconsin, but who wintered in Italy,
summered in the mountains, and bought (so the town said) her very
hairpins in New York. When Angie Hatton came home from the East
the town used to stroll past on Mondays to view the washing on
the Hatton line. Angie's underwear, flirting so audaciously with
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: silently. So they would dip through the day and the long cold night. So
strong in their frailty!
She rose, a little stiff, took a few daffodils, and went down. She
hated breaking the flowers, but she wanted just one or two to go with
her. She would have to go back to Wragby and its walls, and now she
hated it, especially its thick walls. Walls! Always walls! Yet one
needed them in this wind.
When she got home Clifford asked her:
'Where did you go?'
'Right across the wood! Look, aren't the little daffodils adorable? To
think they should come out of the earth!'
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
