| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: this scoundrel who does as he likes with her!--Oh! my child, my
child! forgive me!" cried the old man.
"Yes, if I am in the depths of despair, perhaps you are to
blame," said Delphine. "We have so little sense when we marry!
What do we know of the world, of business, or men, or life? Our
fathers should think for us! Father dear, I am not blaming you in
the least, forgive me for what I said. This is all my own fault.
Nay, do not cry, papa," she said, kissing him.
"Do not cry either, my little Delphine. Look up and let me kiss
away the tears. There! I shall find my wits and unravel this
skein of your husband's winding."
Father Goriot |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: thousand. You might as well ask to buy my home, my stock, my range,
twenty years of toil, for ten thousand dollars!"
"You refuse? All right. I think I've made you a fair proposition," said
Holderness, in a smooth, quick tone. "The land is owned by the
Government, and though your ranges are across the Arizona line they
really figure as Utah land. My company's spending big money, and the
Government won't let you have a monopoly. No one man can control the
water-supply of a hundred miles of range. Times are changing. You want
to see that. You ought to protect yourself before it's too late."
"Holderness, this is a desert. No men save Mormons could ever have made
it habitable. The Government scarcely knows of its existence. It'll be
The Heritage of the Desert |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: of astonishment, and then tossed her head.
"You again," she said scornfully, conscious the while of his merry eye, and
the fresh, strong smell of his healthy body.
"The landlady shouted out there was no wood left. I just saw her go out to
buy some."
"Story--story!" she longed to cry. He came quite close to her, stood over
her and whispered:
"Aren't you going to ask me to finish my cigarette in your room?"
She nodded. "You may if you want to!"
In that moment together in the passage a miracle had happened. Her room
was quite changed--it was full of sweet light and the scent of hyacinth
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