| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: sure as Moses!"
"For the sake of my mother--"
"Whom God have mercy upon if she loves you. Ah! Would you?" He
frustrated a hostile move on the part of the other by pressing the
cold muzzle against his forehead. "Lay quiet, now! If you lift
as much as a hair, you'll get it."
It was rather an awkward task, with the trigger of the gun always
within pulling distance of the finger; but Kent was a weaver, and
in a few minutes had the sailor tied hand and foot. Then he
dragged him without and laid him by the side of the cabin, where
he could overlook the river and watch the sun climb to the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honore de Balzac: half-past eight, just as his former clerk was putting on a dressing-
gown, yawning, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs of sleep,
Birotteau came face to face with the tiger, hungry for revenge, whom
he now looked upon as his only friend.
"Go on with your dressing," said Birotteau.
"What do you want, /my good Cesar/?" said du Tillet.
Cesar stated, with painful trepidation, the answer and requirements of
Monsieur de Nucingen to the inattentive ears of du Tillet, who was
looking for the bellows and scolding his valet for the clumsy manner
in which he had lighted the fire.
The valet listened. At first Cesar did not notice him; when he did so
Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: white waste, and hearing only the whistle of the wind about the
horse's ears and his coat collar.
Suddenly a dark patch showed up in front of him. His heart
beat with joy, and he rode towards the object, already seeing
in imagination the walls of village houses. But the dark patch
was not stationary, it kept moving; and it was not a village
but some tall stalks of wormwood sticking up through the snow
on the boundary between two fields, and desperately tossing
about under the pressure of the wind which beat it all to one
side and whistled through it. The sight of that wormwood
tormented by the pitiless wind made Vasili Andreevich shudder,
Master and Man |
