| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: The hand banged on half a dozen of the keys of the machine at
once. "Yet I don't care. I hate it--I hate it--I hate it--and
you needn't look so!"
The senior partner was regarding the rebel with grave-eyed
reproach.
"I thought you did," said I. "I don't suppose American girls are
much different from English ones in instinct."
"Isn't it Theophile Gautier who says that the only difference
between country and country lie in the slang and the uniform of
the police?"
Now, in the name of all the gods at once, what is one to say to a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: a good tone, but no cleverness; or talent, cleverness, but not a
good tone.
I don't say the French books have talent, cleverness, and a good
tone. They don't satisfy me, either. But they are not so tedious
as the Russian, and it is not unusual to find in them the chief
element of artistic creation -- the feeling of personal freedom
which is lacking in the Russian authors. I don't remember one new
book in which the author does not try from the first page to
entangle himself in all sorts of conditions and contracts with
his conscience. One is afraid to speak of the naked body; another
ties himself up hand and foot in psychological analysis; a third
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: And anyhow, while I can't put my finger on the place, I think your
theory is weak. If he wouldn't run a hundred miles through fire and
water to get away from us, then he is not the man we want."
Hotchkiss, however, was certain. He had found the room and listened
outside the door to the sleeper's heavy breathing, and so we climbed
past luxurious suites, revealed in the deepening daylight, past long
vistas of hall and boudoir. And we were both badly winded when we
got there. It was a tower room, reached by narrow stairs, and well
above the roof level. Hotchkiss was glowing.
"It is partly good luck, but not all," he panted in a whisper. "If
we had persisted in the search last night, he would have taken alarm
The Man in Lower Ten |
