|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac:
us to lie on straw----"
"Oh, that is nothing----!" cried David, and suddenly stopped short.
The secret of Lucien's forgery had nearly escaped him, and, unluckily,
his start left a vague, uneasy impression on Eve.
"What do you mean by nothing?" she answered. "And where shall we find
the money to meet bills for three thousand francs?"
"We shall be obliged to renew the lease with Cerizet, to begin with,"
said David. "The Cointets have been allowing him fifteen per cent on
the work done for them, and in that way alone he has made six hundred
francs, besides contriving to make five hundred francs by job
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson:
less material. If you forge a bad knife, you have wasted
some of mankind's iron, and then, with unrivalled cynicism,
you pocket some of mankind's money for your trouble. Is
there any man so blind who cannot see that this is theft?
Again, if you carelessly cultivate a farm, you have been
playing fast and loose with mankind's resources against
hunger; there will be less bread in consequence, and for lack
of that bread somebody will die next winter: a grim
consideration. And you must not hope to shuffle out of blame
because you got less money for your less quantity of bread;
for although a theft be partly punished, it is none the less
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson:
refuse the most pedestrian realism. ROBINSON CRUSOE is as
realistic as it is romantic; both qualities are pushed to an
extreme, and neither suffers. Nor does romance depend upon the
material importance of the incidents. To deal with strong and
deadly elements, banditti, pirates, war and murder, is to conjure
with great names, and, in the event of failure, to double the
disgrace. The arrival of Haydn and Consuelo at the Canon's villa
is a very trifling incident; yet we may read a dozen boisterous
stories from beginning to end, and not receive so fresh and
stirring an impression of adventure. It was the scene of Crusoe at
the wreck, if I remember rightly, that so bewitched my blacksmith.