|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne:
the German character.' And he held the cutting out for
verification, much as a conjuror passes a trick orange along the
'Hullo, old gentleman! Is this you?' said Michael, laying his
hand upon the orator's shoulder.
The figure turned with a convulsion of alarm, and showed the
countenance of Mr Joseph Finsbury. 'You, Michael!' he cried.
'There's no one with you, is there?'
'No,' replied Michael, ordering a brandy and soda, 'there's
nobody with me; whom do you expect?'
'I thought of Morris or John,' said the old gentleman, evidently
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair:
has no way of proving such facts, and has to sit in silence; but
when his board bill falls due and his landlady is persistent, he
experiences a direct and earnest hatred of the crooks of
journalism who thrive at his expense. If he is a Socialist, he
looks forward to the day when he may sit on a Publications' Graft
Commission, with access to all magazine books which have not yet
In the case of the New Haven, we know a part of the price--thanks
to the labors of the Interstate Commerce Commission. Needless to
say, you will not find the facts recorded in the columns of the
Outlook; you might have read it line by line from the palmy days
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac:
that is not themselves. Vandenesse was not a woman, and none but women
know the art of varying happiness; hence their coquetry, refusals,
fears, quarrels, and the all-wise clever foolery with which they put
in doubt the things that seemed to be without a cloud the night
before. Men may weary by their constancy, but women never. Vandenesse
was too thoroughly kind by nature to worry deliberately the woman he
loved; on the contrary, he kept her in the bluest and least cloudy
heaven of love. The problem of eternal beatitude is one of those whose
solution is known only to God. Here, below, the sublimest poets have
simply harassed their readers when attempting to picture paradise.
Dante's reef was that of Vandenesse; all honor to such courage!