| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: wanted to ask her furiously: "Who do you take me for? How dare you
look at me like this?" He felt himself helpless before the hidden
meaning of that look; he resented it with pained and futile violence
as an injury so secret that it could never, never be redressed. His
wish was to crush her by a single sentence. He was stainless. Opinion
was on his side; morality, men and gods were on his side; law,
conscience--all the world! She had nothing but that look. And he could
only say:
"How long do you intend to stay here?"
Her eyes did not waver, her lips remained closed; and for any effect
of his words he might have spoken to a dead woman, only that this one
Tales of Unrest |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: And so he did, twisting it up and setting it to the flame of the
candle.
"And now," he said, continuing his address, "I'll tell you what I
am here for. I was sent to ask you if you're man enough to take
your life in your own hands and to go with me in that boat down
there? Say 'Yes,' and we'll start away without wasting more time,
for the devil is ashore here at Jamaica--though you don't know
what that means--and if he gets ahead of us, why, then we may
whistle for what we are after. Say 'No,' and I go away again, and
I promise you you shall never be troubled again in this sort. So
now speak up plain, young gentleman, and tell us what is your
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: for which the Rue du Fouarre was at that time famous throughout
Europe. At the moment when Jacqueline's two lodgers arrived at the old
School des Quatre Nations, the celebrated Sigier, the most noted
Doctor of Mystical Theology of the University of Paris, was mounting
his pulpit in a spacious low room on a level with the street. The cold
stones were strewn with clean straw, on which several of his disciples
knelt on one knee, writing on the other, to enable them to take notes
from the Master's improvised discourse, in the shorthand abbreviations
which are the despair of modern decipherers.
The hall was full, not of students only, but of the most distinguished
men belonging to the clergy, the court, and the legal faculty. There
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