|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:
dullard whose wooing takes the form at best of stilted compliments,
stupid and unoriginal. They gain nothing when they fall from lips
still warm from the contamination of that woman's kisses."
So utterly scandalized was madame that for a moment she remained
speechless. Then -
"Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed. "I should never have suspected you of
so indelicate an imagination."
"I cannot help it, madame. Each time his lips touch my fingers I
find myself thinking of the last object that they touched. I at
once retire to wash my hands. Next time, madame, unless you are
good enough to convey my message to him, I shall call for water and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
suburb, which was half a verst from the Setch. On their arrival, they
were deafened by the clang of fifty blacksmiths' hammers beating upon
twenty-five anvils sunk in the earth. Stout tanners seated beneath
awnings were scraping ox-hides with their strong hands; shop-keepers
sat in their booths, with piles of flints, steels, and powder before
them; Armenians spread out their rich handkerchiefs; Tatars turned
their kabobs upon spits; a Jew, with his head thrust forward, was
filtering some corn-brandy from a cask. But the first man they
encountered was a Zaporozhetz who was sleeping in the very middle
of the road with legs and arms outstretched. Taras Bulba could not
refrain from halting to admire him. "How splendidly developed he is;
Taras Bulba and Other Tales
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:
shirt-sleeves, and without a neckcloth, the towel still trailing
over his left shoulder, a comb in his hand, his hair half dressed.
"God of God!" swore Pantaloon. "But it is an ogre, this Marquis
de La Tour d'Azyr!"
"I have told you already what I think of him," said Andre-Louis.
"As for these fellows you had better let me deal with them. I have
experience of their kind." And without waiting for Pantaloon's
consent, Andre-Louis stepped forward to meet the advancing men of
the marechaussee. He had realized that here boldness alone could
When a moment later the sergeant pulled up his horse alongside of