| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: felt a distinct reluctance to go and look at them.
What was the good? Poison is poison. Tropical
fever is tropical fever. But that it should have
stretched its claw after us over the sea seemed to
me an extraordinary and unfair license. I could
hardly believe that it could be anything worse than
the last desperate pluck of the evil from which we
were escaping into the clean breath of the sea. If
only that breath had been a little stronger. How-
ever, there was the quinine against the fever. I
went into the spare cabin where the medicine chest
The Shadow Line |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: displeasure.
'No, Lawrence, with your leave we'll continue it a while longer;
and I'll tell you something, now we're about it, which you may
believe or not as you choose - only please to remember that it is
not my custom to speak falsely, and that in this case I can have no
motive for misrepresenting the truth - '
'Well, Markham, what now?'
'Miss Wilson hates your sister. It may be natural enough that, in
her ignorance of the relationship, she should feel some degree of
enmity against her, but no good or amiable woman would be capable
of evincing that bitter, cold-blooded, designing malice towards a
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: He tilted back in his chair, chuckling with laughter.
"That's not what you said to me that night. God, the trouble you gave me!"
But the little Frau seized the candle and went into the next room. The
children were all soundly sleeping. She stripped the mattress off the
baby's bed to see if he was still dry, then began unfastening her blouse
and skirt.
"Always the same," she said--"all over the world the same; but, God in
heaven--but STUPID.
Then even the memory of the wedding faded quite. She lay down on the bed
and put her arm across her face like a child who expected to be hurt as
Herr Brechenmacher lurched in.
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