| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: caused such singular horror to the countess. At this period a man of
war, and even a lover, trembled at the mere word "magic." Few indeed
were the minds and the imaginations which disbelieved in occult facts
and tales of the marvellous. The lover of the Comtesse de Saint-
Vallier, one of the daughters whom Louis XI. had in Dauphine by Madame
de Sassenage, however bold he might be in other respects, was likely
to think twice before he finally entered the house of a so-called
sorcerer.
The history of Maitre Cornelius Hoogworst will fully explain the
security which the silversmith inspired in the Comte de Saint-Vallier,
the terror of the countess, and the hesitation that now took
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: entered Headquarters (my chamber) in kakhi and saluted. She was
about to sit down, but I reminded her that war knows no intimacies,
and that I was her Captain. She therfore stood, and I handed her
William's code. She read it and said:
"What is it?"
"That is what the G. A. C. is to find out," I said. "It is a cipher."
"It looks like it," said Jane in a flutering tone. "Oh, Bab, what
are we to do?"
I then explained how I had discovered it and so on.
"Our first duty," I went on, "is to watch William. He must be
followed and his every movement recorded. I need not tell you that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: freshly through the coal-smoke. A wrench passed through the train from
locomotive to caboose, each fettered car in turn strained into motion and
slowly rolled over the bridge and into silence from the steam and the
bells of the railroad yard. Through the open windows of the caboose great
dull-red cinders rattled in, and the whistles of distant Union Pacific
locomotives sounded over the open plains ominous and long, like ships at
sea.
Honey and Lin sat for a while, making few observations and far between,
as their way is between whom flows a stream of old-time understanding.
Mutual whiskey and silence can express much friendship, and eloquently.
"What are yu' doing at present?" Lin inquired.
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