| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: faced her that she was prepared for a good many other things. She
was prepared above all to maintain that she had acted from a sense
of duty, that she was enchanted she had got him over, whatever they
might say, and that it was useless of him to pretend he didn't know
in all his bones that his place at such a time was with Morgan. He
had taken the boy away from them and now had no right to abandon
him. He had created for himself the gravest responsibilities and
must at least abide by what he had done.
"Taken him away from you?" Pemberton exclaimed indignantly.
"Do it - do it for pity's sake; that's just what I want. I can't
stand THIS - and such scenes. They're awful frauds - poor dears!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbot: "Does that at last convince you?" And, with that, I once more
entered Lineland, taking up the same position as before.
But the Monarch replied, "If you were a Man of sense -- though,
as you appear to have only one voice I have little doubt
you are not a Man but a Woman -- but, if you had a particle of sense,
you would listen to reason. You ask me to believe that there is
another Line besides that which my senses indicate, and another motion
besides that of which I am daily conscious. I, in return,
ask you to describe in words or indicate by motion that other Line
of which you speak. Instead of moving, you merely exercise
some magic art of vanishing and returning to sight; and instead of
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: thrills me with a sweetness and a happiness that I have not known
since she died. The vagueness of it! How can I explain it to
you, this that happens when I call to her across the night--that
faint, far-off, unseen tremble in the darkness, that intangible,
scarcely perceptible stir. Something neither heard nor seen,
appealing to a sixth sense only. Listen, it is something like
this: On Quien Sabe, all last week, we have been seeding the
earth. The grain is there now under the earth buried in the
dark, in the black stillness, under the clods. Can you imagine
the first--the very first little quiver of life that the grain of
wheat must feel after it is sown, when it answers to the call of
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