| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson: That eat in Arthur's hall in Camelot.
Nor speak I now from foolish flattery;
For this dear child hath often heard me praise
Your feats of arms, and often when I paused
Hath asked again, and ever loved to hear;
So grateful is the noise of noble deeds
To noble hearts who see but acts of wrong:
O never yet had woman such a pair
Of suitors as this maiden: first Limours,
A creature wholly given to brawls and wine,
Drunk even when he wooed; and be he dead
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane: He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses, 'those two
babies?' 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be
major generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be
major-generals.'
The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!"
"Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes!"
"He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie!" "Huh!"
But despite these youthful scoffings and embar-
rassments, they knew that their faces were deeply
flushing from thrills of pleasure. They ex-
The Red Badge of Courage |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on
the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an
enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an
enclosure.
The sheep coughed in the rough, sere grass of the park, where frost lay
bluish in the sockets of the tufts. Across the park ran a path to the
wood-gate, a fine ribbon of pink. Clifford had had it newly gravelled
with sifted gravel from the pit-bank. When the rock and refuse of the
underworld had burned and given off its sulphur, it turned bright pink,
shrimp-coloured on dry days, darker, crab-coloured on wet. Now it was
pale shrimp-colour, with a bluish-white hoar of frost. It always
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
