| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: to water, the property of finding a certain level. Their substances
modified themselves and glided working downward, like those insects
who demand to be let out of their cocoons, raging, tormenting, and
ungrateful to the higher powers; for nothing is so ignorant, so
insolent as those cursed objects, and they are importunate like all
things detained to whom one owes liberty. So they slipped at every
turn like eels out of a net, and each one had need of great efforts
and science not to disgrace himself before the king. Louis took great
pleasure in interrogating his guests, and was much amused with the
vicissitudes of their physiognomies, on which were reflected the dirty
grimaces of their writhings. The counsellor of justice said to Oliver,
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: such another as Mrs. Bowes. All the evidence tends the other
way. She was a woman of understanding, plainly, who followed
political events with interest, and to whom Knox thought it
worth while to write, in detail, the history of his trials
and successes. She was religious, but without that morbid
perversity of spirit that made religion so heavy a burden for
the poor-hearted Mrs. Bowes. More of her I do not find, save
testimony to the profound affection that united her to the
Reformer. So we find him writing to her from Geneva, in such
terms as these:- "You write that your desire is earnest to
see me. DEAR SISTER, IF I SHOULD EXPRESS THE THIRST AND
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: coming to the rescue.
"Yes; and you must go to Celia: she has great news to tell you,
you know. I leave it all to her."
The blue-green boudoir looked much more cheerful when Celia was
seated there in a pelisse exactly like her sister's, surveying
the cameos with a placid satisfaction, while the conversation
passed on to other topics.
"Do you think it nice to go to Rome on a wedding journey?"
said Celia, with her ready delicate blush which Dorothea was used
to on the smallest occasions.
"It would not suit all--not you, dear,
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