| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He
was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white
as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating
everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling
of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The long-hoped-for
bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn
what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless
misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!
Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all
right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won
1984 |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: "Seventeen millions; yes, monsieur. We shall muster, Mademoiselle
Grandet and I, an income of seven hundred and fifty thousand francs
when we marry."
"My dear cousin," said Charles, recovering a little of his assurance,
"we can push each other's fortunes."
"Agreed," said the president. "Here is also a little case which I am
charged to give into your own hands," he added, placing on the table
the leather box which contained the dressing-case.
"Well, my dear friend," said Madame d'Aubrion, entering the room
without noticing the president, "don't pay any attention to what poor
Monsieur d'Aubrion has just said to you; the Duchesse de Chaulieu has
Eugenie Grandet |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: daybreak. Mr. Van Wyk tolerated these inroads. He
would nod out of his bedroom window, tooth-brush or
razor in hand, or pass through the throng of courtiers in
his bathing robe. He appeared and disappeared hum-
ming a tune, polished his nails with attention, rubbed
his shaved face with eau-de-Cologne, drank his early
tea, went out to see his coolies at work: returned, looked
through some papers on his desk, read a page or two
in a book or sat before his cottage piano leaning back
on the stool, his arms extended, fingers on the keys, his
body swaying slightly from side to side. When abso-
End of the Tether |
