| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: She tried the door that led into the secondhand shop from the hall,
found it unlocked, and with a little gasp of relief slipped through,
and closed it gently behind her. She did not dare risk the front
entrance. Pinkie Bonn and the Pug were not far enough away yet, and
she did not dare wait until they were. Too bulky to take the risk
of attempting to conceal it about his person while with Pinkie Bonn,
the Pug, it was obvious, would come back alone for that package, and
it was equally obvious that he would not be long in doing so. There
was old Luertz's return that he would have to anticipate. It would
not take wits nearly so sharp as those possessed by the Pug to find
an excuse for separating promptly from Pinkie Bonn!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac: Desaugiers, /song/; M. de Segur, /romance/. If they once forsake their
own line people no longer attach any value to what they do. So,
foppery, my friend Paul, is the sign of an incontestable power over
the female folk. A man who is loved by many women passes for having
superior qualities, and then, poor fellow, it is a question who shall
have him! But do you think it is nothing to have the right of going
into a drawing-room, of looking down at people from over your cravat,
or through your eye-glass, and of despising the most superior of men
should he wear an old-fashioned waistcoat? . . . Laurent, you are
hurting me! After breakfast, Paul, we will go to the Tuileries and see
the adorable girl with the golden eyes."
The Girl with the Golden Eyes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: feeling at hearing what they said. When we had been so firmly convinced
before, now to have our faith shaken seemed to introduce a confusion and
uncertainty, not only into the previous argument, but into any future one;
either we were incapable of forming a judgment, or there were no grounds of
belief.
ECHECRATES: There I feel with you--by heaven I do, Phaedo, and when you
were speaking, I was beginning to ask myself the same question: What
argument can I ever trust again? For what could be more convincing than
the argument of Socrates, which has now fallen into discredit? That the
soul is a harmony is a doctrine which has always had a wonderful attraction
for me, and, when mentioned, came back to me at once, as my own original
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