| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: The men stretched out the broken limbs on two planks they had
laid level, while Mrs. Almayer covered the body with a piece of
white cotton cloth, and after whispering for some time with
Babalatchi departed to her domestic duties. Almayer's men, after
laying down their burden, dispersed themselves in quest of shady
spots wherein to idle the day away. Babalatchi was left alone by
the corpse that laid rigid under the white cloth in the bright
sunshine.
Nina came down the steps and joined Babalatchi, who put his hand
to his forehead, and squatted down with great deference.
"You have a bangle there," said Nina, looking down on
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: by the coast of Algeria; but no land appeared to the south.
The changed positions of the planets rendered them of no avail
for purposes of nautical observation, nor could Lieutenant Procope
calculate his latitude and longitude by the altitude of the sun,
as his reckonings would be useless when applied to charts that had
been constructed for the old order of things; but nevertheless,
by means of the log, which gave him the rate of progress,
and by the compass which indicated the direction in which they
were sailing, he was able to form an estimate of his position
that was sufficiently free from error for his immediate need.
Happily the recent phenomena had no effect upon the compass;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: the time she was repeating with nervous insistence:
"But it is true that you will go. You will surely. Not because of
those people but because of me. You will go away because you feel
you must."
With every word urging me to get away, her clasp tightened, she
hugged my head closer to her breast. I submitted, knowing well
that I could free myself by one more effort which it was in my
power to make. But before I made it, in a sort of desperation, I
pressed a long kiss into the hollow of her throat. And lo - there
was no need for any effort. With a stifled cry of surprise her
arms fell off me as if she had been shot. I must have been giddy,
The Arrow of Gold |
