| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: himself, as if suspicious that the pent-up feelings of the white
man towards his person might find vent in a sudden kick. But the
cooking shed was his favourite place, and he became an habitual
guest there, squatting for hours amongst the busy women, with his
chin resting on his knees, his lean arms clasped round his legs,
and his one eye roving uneasily--the very picture of watchful
ugliness. Almayer wanted more than once to complain to Lakamba
of his Prime Minister's intrusion, but Dain dissuaded him. "We
cannot say a word here that he does not hear," growled Almayer.
"Then come and talk on board the brig," retorted Dain, with a
quiet smile. "It is good to let the man come here. Lakamba
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: "I think you want to tell me about that talk--and so I
beg you to do so. But if I'm mistaken--why then I beg
you to do nothing of the kind."
The other threw out her hands with a gesture of
wearied impatience, and then clasped them upon her knee.
"I seem not to know what I want! What is the good
of talking about it? What is the good of anything?"
"Now--now!" Celia's assumption of a monitor's tone
had reference, apparently, to something understood
between the two, for Lady Cressage deferred to it,
and even summoned the ghost of a smile.
The Market-Place |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: and gave him a small, quick squeeze. "Oh, I do love parties, don't you?"
gasped Laura.
"Ra-ther," said Laurie's warm, boyish voice, and he squeezed his sister
too, and gave her a gentle push. "Dash off to the telephone, old girl."
The telephone. "Yes, yes; oh yes. Kitty? Good morning, dear. Come to
lunch? Do, dear. Delighted of course. It will only be a very scratch
meal--just the sandwich crusts and broken meringue-shells and what's left
over. Yes, isn't it a perfect morning? Your white? Oh, I certainly
should. One moment--hold the line. Mother's calling." And Laura sat
back. "What, mother? Can't hear."
Mrs. Sheridan's voice floated down the stairs. "Tell her to wear that
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