| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: within. High-pitched voices. Bella's above all the rest, of
course, but there was Minnie's too, and Gus's growl, and
Pearlie's treble, and the boy Ed's and----
At the other voice his hand trembled so that the knob rattled in
the door, and he could not turn it. But finally he did turn it,
and stumbled in, breathing hard. And that other voice was
Dike's.
He must have just arrived. The flurry of explanation was still
in progress. Dike's knapsack was still on his back, and his
canteen at his hip, his helmet slung over his shoulder. A brown,
hard, glowing Dike, strangely tall and handsome and older, too.
One Basket |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: down from the studio.
The painter followed, bashful and out of countenance, not knowing
what to say, happiness had so dulled his wit. To see Adelaide, to
hear the rustle of her skirt, after longing for a whole morning
to be near her, after starting up a hundred time--"I will go down
now"--and not to have gone; this was to him life so rich that
such sensations, too greatly prolonged, would have worn out his
spirit. The heart has the singular power of giving extraordinary
value to mere nothings. What joy it is to a traveler to treasure
a blade of grass, an unfamiliar leaf, if he has risked his life
to pluck it! It is the same with the trifles of love.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: Scanned and proofed by David Price
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This is version senjr09 because all the italicized words in the
text are still CAPITALIZED, and we hope to leave only the words
capitialized that were for EMPHASIS in senjr10. . .Michael Hart
A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY
THEY order, said I, this matter better in France. - You have been
in France? said my gentleman, turning quick upon me, with the most
civil triumph in the world. - Strange! quoth I, debating the matter
with myself, That one and twenty miles sailing, for 'tis absolutely
no further from Dover to Calais, should give a man these rights: -
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