| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: "They accused her of lying and cheating" - Morgan stuck to historic
truth. "That's why I don't want to speak to them."
"Lest they should accuse me, too?" To this Morgan made no answer,
and his companion, looking down at him - the boy turned away his
eyes, which had filled - saw what he couldn't have trusted himself
to utter. "You're right. Don't worry them," Pemberton pursued.
"Except for that, they ARE charming people."
"Except for THEIR lying and THEIR cheating?"
"I say - I say!" cried Pemberton, imitating a little tone of the
lad's which was itself an imitation.
"We must be frank, at the last; we MUST come to an understanding,"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: really getting quite mad about Henriette, he told himself. He
could hardly believe that the day was coming when he would be
able to clasp her in his arms.
But in the blue sky of George's happiness there was one little
cloud of storm. As often happens with storm-clouds, it was so
small that at first he paid no attention to it at all.
He noted upon his body one day a tiny ulcer. At first he treated
it with salve purchased from an apothecary. Then after a week or
two, when this had no effect, he began to feel uncomfortable. He
remembered suddenly he had heard about the symptoms of an
unmentionable, dreadful disease, and a vague terror took
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp: <3>
My garden is surrounded by cornfields and meadows,
and beyond are great stretches of sandy heath and pine forests,
and where the forests leave off the bare heath begins again;
but the forests are beautiful in their lofty, pink-stemmed vastness,
far overhead the crowns of softest gray-green, and underfoot a bright
green wortleberry carpet, and everywhere the breathless silence;
and the bare heaths are beautiful too, for one can see across them
into eternity almost, and to go out on to them with one's face
towards the setting sun is like going into the very presence of God.
In the middle of this plain is the oasis of birdcherries and greenery
Elizabeth and her German Garden |
