| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: dinners.
"Just drop in any time during the week," Stell said, "for
dinner. Except Wednesday--that's our bridge night--and Saturday.
And, of course, Thursday. Cook is out that night. Don't wait for
me to phone."
And so Jo drifted into that sad-eyed, dyspeptic family made up of
those you see dining in second-rate restaurants, their paper
propped up against the bowl of oyster crackers, munching solemnly
and with indifference to the stare of the passer-by surveying
them through the brazen plate-glass window.
And then came the war. The war that spelled death and
One Basket |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: offended by her steady silence, had become rather intimate with a Dutch
woman. Connie hated these rather stifling intimacies between women,
intimacy into which Hilda always entered ponderously.
Sir Malcolm decided to travel with Connie, and Duncan could come on
with Hilda. The old artist always did himself well: he took berths on
the Orient Express, in spite of Connie's dislike of TRAINS DE LUXE, the
atmosphere of vulgar depravity there is aboard them nowadays. However,
it would make the journey to Paris shorter.
Sir Malcolm was always uneasy going back to his wife. It was habit
carried over from the first wife. But there would be a house-party for
the grouse, and he wanted to be well ahead. Connie, sunburnt and
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: felt how much more precious was such a sentiment than that meaner
kind which would have borne with the imperfection for her sake,
and have been guilty of treason to holy love by degrading its
perfect idea to the level of the actual; and with her whole
spirit she prayed that, for a single moment, she might satisfy
his highest and deepest conception. Longer than one moment she
well knew it could not be; for his spirit was ever on the march,
ever ascending, and each instant required something that was
beyond the scope of the instant before.
The sound of her husband's footsteps aroused her. He bore a
crystal goblet containing a liquor colorless as water, but bright
Mosses From An Old Manse |
