| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: After such a beginning, the stranger kept the mistress of the house a
whole hour and made her tell him all she knew of Arcis, of its
fortunes, its interests, and its functionaries. The next day he
disappeared on horseback, followed by his tiger, returning at
midnight.
We can now understand Mademoiselle Cecile's little joke, which Madame
Beauvisage thought to be without foundation. Beauvisage and Cecile,
surprised by the order of the day promulgated by Severine, were
enchanted. While his wife went to dress for Madame Marion's reception,
the father listened to the many conjectures it was natural a girl
should make in such a case. Then, fatigued with his day, he went to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: First of all; and I praised kind Heaven
That I was a brave, clean man to do it;
And then I tried to forget. Forgiveness!
What does it mean when the one forgiven
Shivers and weeps and clings and kisses
The credulous fool that holds her, and tells him
A thousand things of a good man's mercy,
And then slips off with a laugh and plunges
Back to the sin she has quit for a season,
To tell him that hell and the world are better
For her than a prophet's heaven? Believe me,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: receptions. Over the left shoulder and across the otherwise
unclad breast of the aged diplomatist glistened a patent leather
belt bearing a brass plate with the arms of Netherlands under the
inscription, "Sultan of Sambir." Babalatchi's head was covered
by a red turban, whose fringed ends falling over the left cheek
and shoulder gave to his aged face a ludicrous expression of
joyous recklessness. When the canoe was at last fastened to his
satisfaction he straightened himself up, shaking down the folds
of his sarong, and moved with long strides towards Almayer's
house, swinging regularly his long ebony staff, whose gold head
ornamented with precious stones flashed in the morning sun.
Almayer's Folly |
