| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: The woman's back turned to him with the long black hair streaming
down over the white dress, and Dain's calm face looking at him
above her head.
"I cannot," he muttered to himself. After a long pause he spoke
again a little lower, but in an unsteady voice, "It would be too
great a disgrace. I am a white man." He broke down completely
there, and went on tearfully, "I am a white man, and of good
family. Very good family," he repeated, weeping bitterly. "It
would be a disgrace . . . all over the islands, . . . the only
white man on the east coast. No, it cannot be . . . white men
finding my daughter with this Malay. My daughter!" he cried
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift: of my humour; but the affair must be managed with dexterity, and
his officers should be commanded to let me pass, as it were by
forgetfulness. For he assured me, that if the secret should be
discovered by my countrymen the Dutch, they would cut my throat
in the voyage." I returned my thanks, by the interpreter, for so
unusual a favour; and some troops being at that time on their
march to Nangasac, the commanding officer had orders to convey me
safe thither, with particular instructions about the business of
the crucifix.
On the 9th day of June, 1709, I arrived at Nangasac, after a very
long and troublesome journey. I soon fell into the company of
Gulliver's Travels |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: prepare at the bottom of the garden. Marlow here, and in spirits too!
MARLOW. Give me joy, George! Crown me, shadow me with laurels!
Well, George, after all, we modest fellows don't want for success
among the women.
HASTINGS. Some women, you mean. But what success has your honour's
modesty been crowned with now, that it grows so insolent upon us?
MARLOW. Didn't you see the tempting, brisk, lovely little thing, that
runs about the house with a bunch of keys to its girdle?
HASTINGS. Well, and what then?
MARLOW. She's mine, you rogue you. Such fire, such motion, such
eyes, such lips; but, egad! she would not let me kiss them though.
She Stoops to Conquer |
