| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: plain edifice, with a high-shouldered blank wall all round it.
From without Newman could see its upper windows, its steep
roof and its chimneys. But these things revealed no symptoms
of human life; the place looked dumb, deaf, inanimate.
The pale, dead, discolored wall stretched beneath it,
far down the empty side street--a vista without a human figure.
Newman stood there a long time; there were no passers;
he was free to gaze his fill. This seemed the goal of his journey;
it was what he had come for. It was a strange satisfaction,
and yet it was a satisfaction; the barren stillness of the place
seemed to be his own release from ineffectual longing.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: that it's life or death for
"JIM PINKERTON.
"P.S. Our figure was seven per cent. O, what a fall was there!
Well, well, it's past mending; I don't want to whine. But,
Loudon, I do want to live. No more ambition; all I ask is life. I
have so much to make it sweet to me! I am clerking, and
USELESS AT THAT. I know I would have fired such a clerk
inside of forty minutes, in MY time. But my time's over. I can
only cling on to you. Don't fail
"JIM PINKERTON."
There was yet one more postscript, yet one more outburst of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: much of an idea he'd consent. But he did! He listened
to me, and I told him how I'd been robbed, and how the
Syndicate would have cut my throat if I hadn't pulled
away,--and he said, 'Why, yes, I'll go on your Board.'
Then I told him more about it, and presently he said he'd
get me another man of title--a sky-scraper of a title
too--to be my Chairman. That's the Marquis of Chaldon,
a tremendous diplomatic swell, you know, Ambassador at
Vienna in his time, and Lord Lieutenant and all sorts
of things, but willing to gather in his five hundred a year,
all the same."
The Market-Place |
