| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: Clementine softened down; but she was none the less hard in her
feelings to Thaddeus. A few days later, she requested him to come to
that boudoir where, one year earlier, she had been surprised into
comparing him with her husband. This time she received him alone,
without perceiving the slightest danger in so doing.
"My dear Paz," she said, with the condescending familiarity of the
great to their inferiors, "if you love Adam as you say you do, you
will do a thing which he will not ask of you, but which I, his wife,
do not hesitate to exact."
"About Malaga?" said Thaddeus, with bitterness in his heart.
"Well, yes," she said; "if you wish to end your days in this house and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: "Yegor Vlassitch!" the huntsman suddenly heard a soft voice.
He started and, looking round, scowled. Beside him, as though she
had sprung out of the earth, stood a pale-faced woman of thirty
with a sickle in her hand. She was trying to look into his face,
and was smiling diffidently.
"Oh, it is you, Pelagea!" said the huntsman, stopping and
deliberately uncocking the gun. "H'm! . . . How have you come
here?"
"The women from our village are working here, so I have come with
them. . . . As a labourer, Yegor Vlassitch."
"Oh . . ." growled Yegor Vlassitch, and slowly walked on.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: soft, subdued laugh. At the rat-tat-tat of the
knocker her heart flew into her mouth.
"Hey, dad! Let me in. I am Harry, I am.
Straight! Come back home a day too soon."
One of the windows upstairs ran up.
"A grinning, information fellow," said the voice
of old Hagberd, up in the darkness. "Don't you
have anything to do with him. It will spoil every-
thing."
She heard Harry Hagberd say, "Hallo, dad,"
then a clanging clatter. The window rumbled
To-morrow |
