| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: don't see any reason for wonder."
"No, for, don't you see, I do know."
"What do you know?"
"Men and women, Captain Lingard, which you. . . ."
"I don't know any woman."
"You have spoken the strictest truth there," said d'Alcacer, and
for the first time Lingard turned his head slowly and looked at
his neighbour on the bench.
"Do you think she is as good as mad, too?" asked Lingard in a
startled voice.
D'Alcacer let escape a low exclamation. No, certainly he did not
The Rescue |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: height, cease to go up and even lose ground, although moving their
legs forward with all the nimbleness of which they are capable.
The more they struggle upwards, the faster they come down. This
drifting, which neutralizes the distance covered and even converts
it into a retrogression, is easily explained.
The thread has not reached the platform; it floats, it is fixed
only at the lower end. As long as it is of a fair length, it is
able, although moving, to bear the minute animal's weight. But, as
the Spider climbs, the float becomes shorter in proportion; and the
time comes when a balance is struck between the ascensional force
of the thread and the weight carried. Then the beastie remains
The Life of the Spider |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: the way, to keep it for private consumption. He felt himself
grimace, he heard himself exaggerate the proper, but was conscious
of turning not a little faint. That new woman, that hired
performer, Mrs. Creston? Mrs. Creston had been more living for him
than any woman but one. This lady had a face that shone as
publicly as the jeweller's window, and in the happy candour with
which she wore her monstrous character was an effect of gross
immodesty. The character of Paul Creston's wife thus attributed to
her was monstrous for reasons Stransom could judge his friend to
know perfectly that he knew. The happy pair had just arrived from
America, and Stransom hadn't needed to be told this to guess the
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