|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac:
poor wretches cut hair and dress it as they can. I, when I arrived in
Paris from Toulouse, my ambition was to succeed the great Marius, to
be a true Marius, to make that name illustrious. I alone, more than
all the four others, I said to myself, 'I will conquer, or die.'
(There! now sit straight, I am going to finish you.) I was the first
to introduce ELEGANCE; I made my salons the object of curiosity. I
disdain advertisements; what advertisements would have cost, monsieur,
I put into elegance, charm, comfort. Next year I shall have a
quartette in one of the salons to discourse music, and of the best.
Yes, we ought to charm away the ennui of those whose heads we dress. I
do not conceal from myself the annoyances to a client. (Look at
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
"I didn't dare, sir. The Professor never wanted to be disturbed
when he was writing."
"Well, and this morning?"
"I got up at the usual time this morning, set the breakfast table,
and then knocked at the Professor's bedroom door to waken him. He
didn't answer, and I thought he might want to sleep, seeing as it
was Sunday, and he was up late last night. So I waited until ten
o'clock. Then I knocked again and tried the door, but it was locked.
That made me uneasy, because he never locked his bedroom door before.
I banged at the door and called out, but there wasn't a sound. Then
I ran to the police station."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther:
am as well. They are philosophers? And I. They are
dialecticians? I am too. They are lecturers? So am I. They
write books? So do I.
I will go even further with my bragging: I can exegete the psalms
and the prophets, and they cannot. I can translate, and they
cannot. I can read Holy Scriptures, and they cannot. I can pray,
they cannot. Coming down to their level, I can do their
dialectics and philosophy better than all of them put together.
Plus I know that not one of them understands Aristotle. If, in
fact, any one of them can correctly understand one part or chapter
of Aristotle, I will eat my hat! No, I am not overdoing it for I