| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: who sometimes rented a room or two just for com-
pany, and she took me in. She had another boarder,
too -- the Reverend Arthur Lyle.
"Yes, he was the head-liner. You're on, Lynn.
I'll tell you all of it in a minute. It's only a one-act
play.
"The first time he walked on, Lynn, I felt myself
going; the first lines he spoke, he had me. He was
different from the men in audiences. He was tall and
slim, and you never heard him come in the room, but
you felt him. He had a face like a picture of a knight
The Voice of the City |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: face of the cliff; they could see from one end of it to the other.
It was the bleak side of Jakko; even tonight there was a fresh
springing coldness in it blowing over from the hidden snows behind
the rims of the nearer hills. Madeline held up her face to it, and
gave herself a moment of its grateful discipline.
'I have been as foolish as possible,' she said, 'as foolish as
possible. I have distressed you. Well, I couldn't help it--that is
all there is to be said. Now if you will tell me--what is in your
mind--what you spoke of writing--I will mount again and go home. It
doesn't matter--I know you didn't mean to be unkind.' Her lip was
trembling again, and he knew it, and dared not look at it.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: of gamblers. But it needs a heart big with love and vengeance to
ambush itself in Paris, like a tiger waiting to spring upon its prey,
and to enjoy the chances and contingencies of Paris, by adding one
special interest to the many that abound there. But for this we need a
many-sided soul--for must we not live in a thousand passions, a
thousand sentiments?
Auguste de Maulincour flung himself into this ardent existence
passionately, for he felt all its pleasures and all its misery. He
went disguised about Paris, watching at the corners of the rue Pagevin
and the rue des Vieux-Augustins. He hurried like a hunter from the rue
de Menars to the rue Soly, and back from the rue Soly to the rue de
Ferragus |
