| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: question: "Is Miss Eyre here?" Then: "Which room did you put her
into? Was it dry? Is she up? Go and ask if she wants anything;
and when she will come down."
I came down as soon as I thought there was a prospect of breakfast.
Entering the room very softly, I had a view of him before he
discovered my presence. It was mournful, indeed, to witness the
subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity. He
sat in his chair--still, but not at rest: expectant evidently; the
lines of now habitual sadness marking his strong features. His
countenance reminded one of a lamp quenched, waiting to be re-lit--
and alas! it was not himself that could now kindle the lustre of
Jane Eyre |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: "There's one thing I ain't told you. I didn't want to tell
you yet because I was afraid you might be sorry--but if he says I'm
going to die I've got to say it." She stopped to cough, and to Ann
Eliza it now seemed as though every cough struck a minute from the
hours remaining to her.
"Don't talk now--you're tired."
"I'll be tireder to-morrow, I guess. And I want you should
know. Sit down close to me--there."
Ann Eliza sat down in silence, stroking her shrunken hand.
"I'm a Roman Catholic, Ann Eliza."
"Evelina--oh, Evelina Bunner! A Roman Catholic--YOU?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: forces in contention, then indeed this sense of separation from
humanity appalls ... Perhaps it was such a feeling which forced
men, on the tenth day of August, eighteen hundred and fifty-six,
to hope against hope for the coming of the Star, and to strain
their eyes towards far-off Terrebonne. "It was a wind you could
lie down on," said my friend the pilot.
... "Great God!" shrieked a voice above the shouting of the
storm,--"she is coming!" ... It was true. Down the Atchafalaya,
and thence through strange mazes of bayou, lakelet, and pass, by
a rear route familiar only to the best of pilots, the frail
river-craft had toiled into Caillou Bay, running close to the
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