| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: whether it is habit or courage that is most apparent in this
persistence. About the chief place of the town there are ruined
houses, but some invisible hand still keeps the grass of the
little garden within bounds and has put out a bed of begonias.
In Paris I met a charming American writer, the wife of a French
artist, the lady who wrote /My House on the Field of
Honour./ She gave me a queer little anecdote. On account of
some hospital work she had been allowed to visit Soissons--a rare
privilege for a woman--and she stayed the night in a lodging.
The room into which she was shown was like any other French
provincial bedroom, and after her Anglo-Saxon habit she walked
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: "So much the worse," said Porthos.
"What is that news?" asked D'Artagnan. "News in prison is a
fruit so rare that I trust, Monsieur de Comminges, you will
excuse my impatience -- the more eager since you have given
us to understand that the news is good."
"Should you be glad to hear that the Comte de la Fere is
well?" asked De Comminges.
D'Artagnan's penetrating gray eyes were opened to the
utmost.
"Glad!" he cried; "I should be more than glad! Happy --
beyond measure!"
Twenty Years After |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: PARKER. Mrs. Erlynne!
[LORD WINDERMERE starts. MRS. ERLYNNE enters, very beautifully
dressed and very dignified. LADY WINDERMERE clutches at her fan,
then lets it drop on the door. She bows coldly to MRS. ERLYNNE,
who bows to her sweetly in turn, and sails into the room.]
LORD DARLINGTON. You have dropped your fan, Lady Windermere.
[Picks it up and hands it to her.]
MRS. ERLYNNE. [C.] How do you do, again, Lord Windermere? How
charming your sweet wife looks! Quite a picture!
LORD WINDERMERE. [In a low voice.] It was terribly rash of you to
come!
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