| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: stable, I mean the Ottoman Empire. I shall send you a box this
afternoon by Carter Paterson."
"You're very kind. But tell me, why is their paper brown?"
"Berry says it's swank. But then he would. As a matter of fact,
it's maize. I like it myself: it's so nourishing. Besides, it
goes so well with a blue suit. Talking of which, with a flowered
dress and dark hair, it's absolutely it."
She stretched out a shapely hand, reflectively settling her
frock. "White ones would match my gloves, though."
"They would. And the whites of your eggs- I mean eyes. I know.
Oh, and your soft throat. But- "
The Brother of Daphne |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: been quite typical. He had risen at noon, lunched with Mrs.
Lawrence, and then ridden abstractedly homeward atop one of his
beloved buses.
"Why shouldn't you be bored," yawned Tom. "Isn't that the
conventional frame of mind for the young man of your age and
condition?"
"Yes," said Amory speculatively, "but I'm more than bored; I am
restless."
"Love and war did for you."
"Well," Amory considered, "I'm not sure that the war itself had
any great effect on either you or mebut it certainly ruined the
This Side of Paradise |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac: /Arabian Nights/."
The man was mad, I thought; but in his voice there was a potent
something which I obeyed. I allowed him to lead, and he went in the
direction of the Fosses de la Bastille, as if he could see; walking
till he reached a lonely spot down by the river, just where the bridge
has since been built at the junction of the Canal Saint-Martin and the
Seine. Here he sat down on a stone, and I, sitting opposite to him,
saw the old man's hair gleaming like threads of silver in the
moonlight. The stillness was scarcely troubled by the sound of the
far-off thunder of traffic along the boulevards; the clear night air
and everything about us combined to make a strangely unreal scene.
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