| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: of the room with lowered head, with a mute gleam in her deep blue
eyes. When I was near enough she extended to me without a word her
bare white arm and suddenly pressed the back of her hand against my
lips. I was too startled to seize it with rapture. It detached
itself from my lips and fell slowly by her side. We had made it up
and there was nothing to say. She turned away to the window and I
hurried out of the room.
PART THREE
CHAPTER I
It was on our return from that first trip that I took Dominic up to
the Villa to be presented to Dona Rita. If she wanted to look on
The Arrow of Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: vainly tormented me? declaring that no power on earth should force
me back to his house.'
"After a long altercation, the particulars of which, it would
be to no purpose to repeat, he left the room. Some time was spent
in loud conversation in the parlour below, and I discovered that
he had brought his friend, an attorney, with him.*
* In the original edition the paragraph following is
preceded by three lines of asterisks [Publisher's note].
The tumult on the landing place, brought out a gentleman, who
had recently taken apartments in the house; he enquired why I was
thus assailed?* The voluble attorney instantly repeated the trite
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: Flame torch-like in the heavens the unjust
Swift daylight kills it, and no trump of war
Can wake to passionate voice the silent dust
Which was Mazzini once! rich Niobe
For all her stony sorrows hath her sons; but Italy,
What Easter Day shall make her children rise,
Who were not Gods yet suffered? what sure feet
Shall find their grave-clothes folded? what clear eyes
Shall see them bodily? O it were meet
To roll the stone from off the sepulchre
And kiss the bleeding roses of their wounds, in love of her,
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