| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: "And Selenin, too, was in favour of the rejection. Terrible!
terrible!" Nekhludoff repeated. "What is to be done now?"
"We will appeal to His Majesty, and you can hand in the petition
yourself while you are here. I will write it for you."
At this moment little Wolf, with his stars and uniform, came out
into the waiting-room and approached Nekhludoff. "It could not be
helped, dear Prince. The reasons for an appeal were not
sufficient," he said, shrugging his narrow shoulders and closing
his eyes, and then he went his way.
After Wolf, Selenin came out too, having heard from the Senators
that his old friend Nekhludoff was there.
Resurrection |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: penknives, paper, pens, pencils, ink of all colors, balls and marbles;
in short, the whole catalogue of the most treasured possessions of
boys, including everything from sauce for the pigeons we were obliged
to kill off, to the earthenware pots in which we set aside the rice
from supper to be eaten at next morning's breakfast. Which of us was
so unhappy as to have forgotten how his heart beat at the sight of
this booth, open periodically during play-hours on Sundays, to which
we went, each in his turn, to spend his little pocket-money; while the
smallness of the sum allowed by our parents for these minor pleasures
required us to make a choice among all the objects that appealed so
strongly to our desires? Did ever a young wife, to whom her husband,
Louis Lambert |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: penetrated the roof, was a tiny circle of dry canvas; next, with
the pipe always as centre, a circle of steaming canvas; next a
damp and moisture-exuding ring; and finally, the rest of the tent,
sidewalls and top, coated with a half-inch of dry, white, crystal-
encrusted frost.
"Oh! OH! OH!" A young fellow, lying asleep in the furs, bearded
and wan and weary, raised a moan of pain, and without waking
increased the pitch and intensity of his anguish. His body half-
lifted from the blankets, and quivered and shrank spasmodically,
as though drawing away from a bed of nettles.
"Roll'm over!" ordered Bettles. "He's crampin'."
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