| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: The grave, sweet, tender thing--warm in the coldest snows, brave in the
dreariest deserts--its name is Sympathy; it is the Perfect Love."
South Africa.
II. THE HUNTER.
In certain valleys there was a hunter. Day by day he went to hunt for
wild-fowl in the woods; and it chanced that once he stood on the shores of
a large lake. While he stood waiting in the rushes for the coming of the
birds, a great shadow fell on him, and in the water he saw a reflection.
He looked up to the sky; but the thing was gone. Then a burning desire
came over him to see once again that reflection in the water, and all day
he watched and waited; but night came and it had not returned. Then he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: these unknown regions, and making my way alone among its strange
inhabitants. I now flattered myself I was going to see something
in the world: Mr. Murray's residence was near a large town, and
not in a manufacturing district, where the people had nothing to do
but to make money; his rank from what I could gather, appeared to
be higher than that of Mr. Bloomfield; and, doubtless, he was one
of those genuine thorough-bred gentry my mother spoke of, who would
treat his governess with due consideration as a respectable well-
educated lady, the instructor and guide of his children, and not a
mere upper servant. Then, my pupils being older, would be more
rational, more teachable, and less troublesome than the last; they
Agnes Grey |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the very door of the library unheard.
There they halted, listening. Coblich was speaking.
"The Regent commands it, Maenck," he was saying. "It is
the only thing that can save our necks. He said that you had
better be the one to do it, since it was your carelessness that
permitted the fellow to escape from Blentz."
Huddled in a far corner of the room was an abject figure
trembling in terror. At the words of Coblich it staggered to
its feet. It was the king.
"Have pity--have pity!" he cried. "Do not kill me, and I
will go away where none will ever know that I live. You can
The Mad King |
