| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: "No more, no more, no more!" I shrieked, as I tried to press him against me,
to my visitant.
"Is she HERE?" Miles panted as he caught with his sealed eyes
the direction of my words. Then as his strange "she" staggered
me and, with a gasp, I echoed it, "Miss Jessel, Miss Jessel!"
he with a sudden fury gave me back.
I seized, stupefied, his supposition--some sequel to what we
had done to Flora, but this made me only want to show him
that it was better still than that. "It's not Miss Jessel!
But it's at the window--straight before us. It's THERE--
the coward horror, there for the last time!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: volume of MIDDLEMARCH in the train and she never knew what happened in
the end; but afterwards she got on perfectly, and made herself out even
more ignorant than she was, because he liked telling her she was a
fool. And so tonight, directly he laughed at her, she was not
frightened. Besides, she knew, directly she came into the room that the
miracle had happened; she wore her golden haze. Sometimes she had it;
sometimes not. She never knew why it came or why it went, or if she
had it until she came into the room and then she knew instantly by the
way some man looked at her. Yes, tonight she had it, tremendously; she
knew that by the way Mr Ramsay told her not to be a fool. She sat
beside him, smiling.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: question of her seeing her son would seem a matter of very little
consequence. She knew that he would never be capable of
understanding all the depth of her suffering, that for his cool
tone at any allusion to it she would begin to hate him. And she
dreaded that more than anything in the world, and so she hid from
him everything that related to her son. Spending the whole day at
home she considered ways of seeing her son, and had reached a
decision to write to her husband. She was just composing this
letter when she was handed the letter from Lidia Ivanovna. The
countess's silence had subdued and depressed her, but the letter,
all that she read between the lines in it, so exasperated her,
Anna Karenina |
