| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley: such pretty, kind, jolly birds;
And a dozen reasons more.
For all the other scaul-crows set upon her, and pecked her to death
there and then, before Tom could come to help her; and then flew
away, very proud of what they had done.
Now, was not this a scandalous transaction?
But they are true republicans, these hoodies, who do every one just
what he likes, and make other people do so too; so that, for any
freedom of speech, thought, or action, which is allowed among them,
they might as well be American citizens of the new school.
But the fairies took the good crow, and gave her nine new sets of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: "And yet," said the ballad-monger, who had not opened his mouth but to
swallow everything that came within his reach, "I know some men of
talent who think highly of the judgments of Parisian critics. I myself
have a pretty reputation as a musician," he went on, with an air of
diffidence. "I owe it solely to my little songs in /vaudevilles/, and
the success of my dance music in drawing-rooms; but I propose ere long
to bring out a mass composed for the anniversary of Beethoven's death,
and I expect to be better appreciated in Paris than anywhere else. You
will perhaps do me the honor of hearing it?" he said, turning to
Andrea.
"Thank you," said the Count. "But I do not conceive that I am gifted
Gambara |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: she had heard as it was closed - tried the door, found it unlocked,
and, noiselessly, inch by inch, pushed it open; and a moment later,
stepping over the threshold, she closed it softly behind her. A
dull glow of light, emanating evidently from an open door above,
disclosed the upper portion of a stairway over on her left, but
apart from that the place was in blackness, and save that she knew,
of course, she was in the rear of Shluker's junk shop, she could
form no idea of her surroundings. But she could, at last, hear.
Voices, one of which she recognized as Danglar's, though she could
not distinguish the words, reached her from upstairs.
Slowly, with infinite care, she crossed to the stairs, and on hands
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