| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: Here the White Queen began again. `It was SUCH a thunderstorm,
you can't think!' (She NEVER could, you know,' said the Red
Queen.) `And part of the roof came off, and ever so much thunder
got in--and it went rolling round the room in great lumps--
and knocking over the tables and things--till I was so
frightened, I couldn't remember my own name!'
Alice thought to herself, `I never should TRY to remember my
name in the middle of an accident! Where would be the use of
it?' but she did not say this aloud, for fear of hurting the poor
Queen's feeling.
`Your Majesty must excuse her,' the Red Queen said to Alice,
Through the Looking-Glass |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: into the darkness. Those that bent over to peer into the cavern beheld
a vague and terrifying shape in its depths.
This proved to be a human being, lying on the ground. His long locks
hung over a camel's-hair robe that covered his shoulders. Slowly he
rose to his feet. His head touched a grating embedded in the wall; and
as he moved about he disappeared, from time to time, in the shadows of
his dungeon.
The rich tiaras of the Romans sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight,
and their glittering sword-hilts threw out glancing golden rays. The
doves, flying from their cotes, circled above the heads of the
multitude. It was the hour when Mannaeus was accustomed to feed them.
Herodias |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: went up, followed by an awful silence.
There was a strange difference between the behavior of the folk in the
bows and that of the rich or great people at the other end of the
boat. The young mother clasped her infant tightly to her breast every
time that a great wave threatened to engulf the fragile vessel; but
she clung to the hope that the stranger's words had set in her heart.
Each time that the eyes turned to his face she drew fresh faith at the
sight, the strong faith of a helpless woman, a mother's faith. She
lived by that divine promise, the loving words from his lips; the
simple creature waited trustingly for them to be fulfilled, and
scarcely feared the danger any longer.
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