| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: Owing to its large size, the net now becomes a costly work which it
were well to use as long as possible, for fear of finding one's
reserves exhausted when the time comes for the expensive
construction of the nest. For this reason, or for others which
escape me, the Banded and the Silky Epeirae think it wise to
produce durable work and to strengthen their toils with a cross-
ribbon. The other Epeirae, who are put to less expense in the
fabrication of their maternal wallet--a mere pill--are unacquainted
with the zigzag binder and, like the younger Spiders, reconstruct
their web almost nightly.
My fat neighbour, the Angular Epeira, consulted by the light of a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: One of these friends was an American lady who had spent several
winters at Geneva, where she had placed her children at school.
She was a very accomplished woman, and she lived in the Via Gregoriana.
Winterbourne found her in a little crimson drawing room on a third floor;
the room was filled with southern sunshine. He had not been there ten minutes
when the servant came in, announcing "Madame Mila!" This announcement
was presently followed by the entrance of little Randolph Miller,
who stopped in the middle of the room and stood staring at Winterbourne.
An instant later his pretty sister crossed the threshold; and then,
after a considerable interval, Mrs. Miller slowly advanced.
"I know you!" said Randolph.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela: he stared pensively into the abyss, watching the arch of
its flight.
"Look at that stone; how it keeps on going. . . ."
VII
It was a heavenly morning. It had rained all night,
the sky awakened covered with white clouds. Young wild
colts trotted on the summit of the sierra, with tense
manes and waving hair, proud as the peaks lifting their
heads to the clouds.
The soldiers stepped among the huge rocks, buoyed
up by the happiness of the morning. None for a moment
The Underdogs |
