| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: you won't maintain that a woman who, say, enlisted, for instance
(there have been cases) has conquered her place in the world. She
has only got her living in it--which is quite meritorious, but not
quite the same thing.
All these reflections which arise from my picking up the thread of
Flora de Barral's existence did not, I am certain, present
themselves to Mr. Powell--not the Mr. Powell we know taking solitary
week-end cruises in the estuary of the Thames (with mysterious
dashes into lonely creeks) but to the young Mr. Powell, the chance
second officer of the ship Ferndale, commanded (and for the most
part owned) by Roderick Anthony, the son of the poet--you know. A
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: by far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. She
dressed in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long
the telephone rang in her house and excited young officers from Camp
Taylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing her that night. "Anyways,
for an hour!"
When I came opposite her house that morning her white roadster was beside
the curb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant I had never seen
before. They were so engrossed in each other that she didn't see me until
I was five feet away.
"Hello, Jordan," she called unexpectedly. "Please come here."
I was flattered that she wanted to speak to me, because of all the older
The Great Gatsby |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: PREMIER SOLDAT. Pourquoi? Les rois n'ont qu'un cou, comme les
autres hommes.
LE CAPPADOCIEN. Il me semble que c'est terrible.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Mais la princesse se leve! Elle quitte la table!
Elle a l'air tres ennuyee. Ah! elle vient par ici. Oui, elle vient
vers nous. Comme elle est pale. Jamais je ne l'ai vue si pale . .
.
LE PAGE D'HERODIAS. Ne la regardez pas. Je vous prie de ne pas la
regarder.
LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Elle est comme une colombe qui s'est egaree . . .
Elle est comme un narcisse agite du vent . . . Elle ressemble e une
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