| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: "Then how did you know it was I?"
"Because, as I told you weeks ago, my mind, my imagination, has
worked so over what you might, what you mightn't have been - to
show you, you see, how I've thought of you. In the midst of that
you came to me - that my wonder might be answered. So I knew," she
went on; "and believed that, since the question held you too so
fast, as you told me that day, you too would see for yourself. And
when this morning I again saw I knew it would be because you had -
and also then, from the first moment, because you somehow wanted
me. HE seemed to tell me of that. So why," she strangely smiled,
"shouldn't I like him?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glaucus/The Wonders of the Shore by Charles Kingsley: after five minutes' tugging, propping, slipping, and splashing, the
boulder gradually tips over, and we rush greedily upon the spoil.
A muddy dripping surface it is, truly, full of cracks and hollows,
uninviting enough at first sight: let us look it round leisurely,
to see if there are not materials enough there for an hour's
lecture.
The first object which strikes the eye is probably a group of milk-
white slugs, from two to six inches long, cuddling snugly together
(Plate IX. fig. 1). You try to pull them off, and find that they
give you some trouble, such a firm hold have the delicate white
sucking arms, which fringe each of their five edges. You see at
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: filled with people desperately bound on missions. An endless crowd
darted at the elevated station stairs and the horse cars were
thronged with owners of bundles.
The pace of the forlorn woman was slow. She was apparently
searching for some one. She loitered near the doors of saloons and
watched men emerge from them. She scanned furtively the faces in
the rushing stream of pedestrians. Hurrying men, bent on catching
some boat or train, jostled her elbows, failing to notice her,
their thoughts fixed on distant dinners.
The forlorn woman had a peculiar face. Her smile was no
smile. But when in repose her features had a shadowy look that was
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
