| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: legislative system. Yet in the family, the commune, the department,
lies the whole of our country. The laws ought therefore to be based on
these three great divisions.
"In my opinion, marriages, the birth of infants, and the deaths of
heads of households cannot be surrounded with too much circumstance.
The secret of the strength of Catholicism, and of the deep root that
it has taken in the ordinary life of man, lies precisely in this--that
it steps in to invest every important event in his existence with a
pomp that is so naively touching, and so grand, whenever the priest
rises to the height of his mission and brings his office into harmony
with the sublimity of Christian doctrine.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: exaggeration of statement. "He isn't a bad chap really," he added,
very conscious of Mr. Franklin's offensive manner of which instances
were not far to seek. "He's such a fool as to be jealous. He has
been with the captain for years. It's not for me to say, perhaps,
but I think the captain has spoiled all that gang of old servants.
They are like a lot of pet old dogs. Wouldn't let anybody come near
him if they could help it. I've never seen anything like it. And
the second mate, I believe, was like that too."
"Well, he isn't here, luckily. There would have been one more
enemy," said Mr. Smith. "There's enough of them without him. And
you being here instead of him makes it much more pleasant for my
Chance |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: from Bombay. And, of course, he is worried about a house. When a
man has been living for months at the Club--'
'Of course, poor fellow! I do love that dear old Colonel Innes,
though I can't say I know him a bit. He won't take the trouble to
be nice to me, but I am perfectly certain he must be the dearest old
thing inside of him. Worth any dozen of these little bow-wows that
run round after rickshaws,' said Mrs. Mickie, with candour.
'I think he's a ridiculous old glacier,' Mrs. Gammidge remarked, and
Mrs. Mickie looked at Madeline and said, 'Slap her!'
'What for?' asked Miss Anderson, with composure. 'I dare say he is-
-occasionally. It isn't a bad thing to be, I should think, in
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