| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: little details such as naming the particular world they are from.
It is like a learned Hindoo showing off how much he knows by saying
Longfellow lives in the United States - as if he lived all over the
United States, and as if the country was so small you couldn't
throw a brick there without hitting him. Between you and me, it
does gravel me, the cool way people from those monster worlds
outside our system snub our little world, and even our system. Of
course we think a good deal of Jupiter, because our world is only a
potato to it, for size; but then there are worlds in other systems
that Jupiter isn't even a mustard-seed to - like the planet Goobra,
for instance, which you couldn't squeeze inside the orbit of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: passion; on which she got away from him as fast as she could and
left him staring after her.
CHAPTER XVIII
Mr. Mudge had lately been so occupied with their famous "plans"
that he had neglected for a while the question of her transfer; but
down at Bournemouth, which had found itself selected as the field
of their recreation by a process consisting, it seemed, exclusively
of innumerable pages of the neatest arithmetic in a very greasy but
most orderly little pocket-book, the distracting possible melted
away--the fleeting absolute ruled the scene. The plans, hour by
hour, were simply superseded, and it was much of a rest to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: at sweltering stations, from whose roofs the heat rose in waves.
But I noticed these things objectively, not subjectively, for at the
end of the journey was a girl with blue eyes and dark brown hair,
hair that could - had I not seen it? - hang loose in bewitching
tangles or be twisted into little coils of delight.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE SEA, THE SAND, THE STARS
I telephoned as soon as I reached my hotel, and I had not known how
much I had hoped from seeing her until I learned that she was out
of town. I hung up the receiver, almost dizzy with disappointment,
and it was fully five minutes before I thought of calling up again
The Man in Lower Ten |
