| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "You're too blessed superior for anything," he said.
And he went away to the other girls. He felt he was being
angrier than he had any need to be. In fact, he doubted slightly
that he was showing off. But if he were, then he would. Clara heard
him laughing, in a way she hated, with the girls down the next room.
When at evening he went through the department after
the girls had gone, he saw his chocolates lying untouched
in front of Clara's machine. He left them. In the morning
they were still there, and Clara was at work. Later on Minnie,
a little brunette they called Pussy, called to him:
"Hey, haven't you got a chocolate for anybody?"
Sons and Lovers |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: thing that was sending Terry Platt away was much more than a
conjugal quarrel precipitated by a soft-boiled egg and a flap of
the arm. It went so deep that it is necessary to delve back to
the days when Theresa Platt was Terry Sheehan to get the real
significance of it, and of the things she did after she went.
When Mrs. Orville Platt had been Terry Sheehan, she had played
the piano, afternoons and evenings, in the orchestra of the Bijou
Theater, on Cass Street, Wetona, Wisconsin. Anyone with a name
like Terry Sheehan would, perforce, do well anything she might
set out to do. There was nothing of genius in Terry, but there
was something of fire, and much that was Irish. Which meant that
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: blood indeed, Chaka--he and Unandi, thy mother, and Baleka, thy wife.
Think of my words when the assegai reddens before thee for the last
time, king! Farewell!" And she uttered a great cry and rolled upon the
ground dead.
"The witch lies hard and dies hard," said the king carelessly, and
turned upon his heel. But those words of dead Nobela remained fixed in
his memory, or so much of them as had been spoken of Unandi and
Baleka. There they remained like seeds in the earth, there they grew
to bring forth fruit in their season.
And thus ended the great Ingomboco of Chaka, the greatest Ingomboco
that ever was held in Zululand.
Nada the Lily |
