| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy: character to both: then came a slow succession of them.
'Somebody is dead,' he said aloud.
The death-knell of an inhabitant of the eastern parish was being
tolled.
An unusual feature in the tolling was that it had not been begun
according to the custom in Endelstow and other parishes in the
neighbourhood. At every death the sex and age of the deceased
were announced by a system of changes. Three times three strokes
signified that the departed one was a man; three times two, a
woman; twice three, a boy; twice two, a girl. The regular
continuity of the tolling suggested that it was the resumption
A Pair of Blue Eyes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anthem by Ayn Rand: "And I have read of a goddess," I said,
"who was the mother of the earth and of
all the gods. Her name was Gaea. Let this
be your name, my Golden One, for you
are to be the mother of a new kind of gods."
"It shall be my name," said the Golden One.
Now I look ahead. My future is clear
before me. The Saint of the pyre had seen
the future when he chose me as his heir,
as the heir of all the saints and all the
martyrs who came before him and who
Anthem |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: Clara, however, dried the tea-things, and was glad to be on
such good terms with his mother; but it was torture not to be able
to follow him down the garden. At last she allowed herself to go;
she felt as if a rope were taken off her ankle.
The afternoon was golden over the hills of Derbyshire. He stood
across in the other garden, beside a bush of pale Michaelmas daisies,
watching the last bees crawl into the hive. Hearing her coming,
he turned to her with an easy motion, saying:
"It's the end of the run with these chaps."
Clara stood near him. Over the low red wall in front was
the country and the far-off hills, all golden dim.
Sons and Lovers |
