| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: "Our good flour!" she grumbled, as she went downstairs. "Ah! my
flour!"
Then she returned, and said to the king:--
"Sire, is it only a royal notion to examine my flour?"
At last she reappeared, bearing one of those stout linen bags which,
from time immemorial, have been used in Touraine to carry or bring, to
and from market, nuts, fruits, or wheat. The bag was half full of
flour. The housekeeper opened it and showed it to the king, on whom
she cast the rapid, savage look with which old maids appear to squirt
venom upon men.
"It costs six sous the 'septeree,'" she said.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Expert beyond experience,
He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
. . . . .
Grishkin is nice: her
Russian eye is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: moving towards him. I said nothing, but there was something in my
face which told him that I knew all, and warned him of his doom.
He looked past me, but the narrow road was blocked with men. I
drew near, but he did not wait for me. Once he put his hand on the
hilt of the sword, then suddenly he wheeled his horse round and
fled down the street of Xaca.
De Garcia fled, and I followed after him, running fast and low like
a hound. At first he gained on me, but soon the road grew rough,
and he could not gallop over it. We were clear of the town now, or
rather of its ruins, and travelling along a little path which the
Indians used to bring down snow from Xaca in the hot weather.
Montezuma's Daughter |
