| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: pointing straight at his head, and the dusky form of a short,
thick-set man facing him.
"What do you want?" he gasped.
"Keep quiet," said the man. "If you stir, I shoot you."
"You are mad. What have I done to you?"
"You wrecked the life of Sibyl Vane," was the answer,
"and Sibyl Vane was my sister. She killed herself. I know it.
Her death is at your door. I swore I would kill you in return.
For years I have sought you. I had no clue, no trace.
The two people who could have described you were dead.
I knew nothing of you but the pet name she used to call you.
The Picture of Dorian Gray |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: one time sought in marriage, and that he had sworn vengeance
against the man who had won her.
Piece by piece the Earl of Mackworth recounted every circumstance
and detail of the revenge that the blind man's enemy had
afterwards wreaked upon him. He told Myles how, when his father
was attainted of high-treason, and his estates forfeited to the
crown, the King had granted the barony of Easterbridge to the
then newly- created Earl of Alban in spite of all the efforts of
Lord Falworth's friends to the contrary; that when he himself had
come out from an audience with the King, with others of his
father's friends, the Earl of Alban had boasted in the anteroom,
Men of Iron |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: The trade in afternoon papers was brisk, yet, in comparison with
the swift, constant march of foot traffic, the effect was of
indifference, of a disregarded distribution. Ossipon looked
hurriedly both ways before stepping out into the cross-currents,
but the Professor was already out of sight.
CHAPTER V
The Professor had turned into a street to the left, and walked
along, with his head carried rigidly erect, in a crowd whose every
individual almost overtopped his stunted stature. It was vain to
pretend to himself that he was not disappointed. But that was mere
feeling; the stoicism of his thought could not be disturbed by this
The Secret Agent |
