| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: that he would walk home at daybreak from the dance, as he had
done sometimes on former occasions, after a fete at the Prado, or
a ball at the Odeon, splashing his silk stockings thereby, and
ruining his pumps.
It so happened that Christophe took a look into the street before
drawing the bolts of the door; and Rastignac, coming in at that
moment, could go up to his room without making any noise,
followed by Christophe, who made a great deal. Eugene exchanged
his dress suit for a shabby overcoat and slippers, kindled a fire
with some blocks of patent fuel, and prepared for his night's
work in such a sort that the faint sounds he made were drowned by
Father Goriot |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: to put the last rock on top of the stone chimney, she said: ``No,
Bessie Bell: some are Mamas, and some are only just Ladies.''
There. There it was again: Only-Just-Ladies.
Bessie Bell wondered how to tell which were Mamas, and which were
Ladies--just Ladies.
Very often after that day she watched those who passed the cabin
where she and Sister Helen Vincula lived, and wondered which were
Mamas--
And which were Ladies.
There was no rule of old or young by which Bessie Bell could tell.
Nor was it as one could tell Sisters from Just-Ladies by a way of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: predecessor, he was to take the name of his tribe as his own.
Faster and faster grew the pace of the dancers, louder and
louder their wild and savage shouts. The women rose and
fell in unison, shrieking now at the tops of their voices.
The spears were brandishing fiercely, and as the dancers stooped
down and beat their shields upon the hard-tramped earth of
the village street the whole sight was as terribly primeval
and savage as though it were being staged in the dim dawn
of humanity, countless ages in the past.
As the excitement waxed the ape-man sprang to his feet
and joined in the wild ceremony. In the center of the
The Return of Tarzan |
