| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: doors and windows cut out of the body of the Queen of Hearts. "I sing so
well," said he, "that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from
infancy, and yet got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than
they were before for sheer vexation when they heard me."
It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account of themselves,
and thought they were quite good enough to marry a Princess.
The Leap-frog said nothing; but people gave it as their opinion, that he
therefore thought the more; and when the housedog snuffed at him with his
nose, he confessed the Leap-frog was of good family. The old councillor, who
had had three orders given him to make him hold his tongue, asserted that the
Leap-frog was a prophet; for that one could see on his back, if there would be
Fairy Tales |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith: Jennie was watching for him at the garden gate. She said her
mother was in the sitting-room, and Gran'pop was with her. As
they walked up the path she recounted rapidly the events of the
past two days.
Tom was on the lounge by the window, under the flowering plants,
when Babcock entered. She was apparently asleep. Across her
forehead, covering the temples, two narrow bandages bound up her
wound. At Babcock's step she opened her eyes, her bruised,
discolored face breaking into a smile. Then, noting his evident
anxiety, she threw the shawl from her shoulders and sat up.
"No, don't look so. It's nothin'; I'll be all right in a day or
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: following words:--
"Try as I will to forget them, I see those two delicious lips, that
chin just raised, those eyes of fire; I hear the 'Hue!' of the
postilion; I dream, I dream,--why then such hatred on awakening!"
She drew a long sigh, rose, and then for the first time looked out
upon the country delivered over to civil war by the cruel leader whom
she was plotting to destroy. Attracted by the scene she wandered out
to breathe at her ease beneath the sky; and though her steps conducted
her at a venture, she was surely led to the Promenade of the town by
one of those occult impulses of the soul which lead us to follow hope
irrationally. Thoughts conceived under the dominion of that spell are
The Chouans |
