| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honore de Balzac: help exchanging a barely perceptible smile with his colleague.
A carriage stopped under the peristyle as he spoke. A chasseur, in a
livery which Lucien did not recognize, let down the step, and two
women in evening dress came out of the brougham. Lucien had no mind to
lay himself open to an insolent order to get out of the way from the
official. He stepped aside to let the two ladies pass.
"Why, that lady is the Marquise d'Espard, whom you say you know, sir,"
said the man ironically.
Lucien was so much the more confounded because Mme. de Bargeton did
not seem to recognize him in his new plumage; but when he stepped up
to her, she smiled at him and said:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: hook be small and good, you will find this to be a very choice bait,
either for winter or summer, you sometimes casting a little of it into the
place where your float swims.
And to take the Roach and Dace, a good bait is the young brood of
wasps or bees, if you dip their heads in blood; especially good for
Bream, if they be baked, or hardened in their husks in an oven, after the
bread is taken out of it; or hardened on a fire-shovel: and so also is the
thick blood of sheep, being half dried on a trencher, that so you may cut
into such pieces as may best fit the size of your hook; and a little salt
keeps it from growing black, and makes it not the worse, but better: this
is taken to be a choice bait, if rightly ordered.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: surprise; he was now looking forward with joy to the task before
him, and could not help being proud of it. He could see from the
window the old tennis ground, overgrown with dandelions, on which
the peasants were beginning to assemble. The frogs had not
croaked in vain the night before; the day was dull. There was no
wind; a soft warm rain had begun falling in the morning, and hung
in drops on leaves, twigs, and grass. Besides the smell of the
fresh vegetation, the smell of damp earth, asking for more rain,
entered in at the window. While dressing, Nekhludoff several
times looked out at the peasants gathered on the tennis ground.
One by one they came, took off their hats or caps to one another,
Resurrection |
