| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Forged Coupon by Leo Tolstoy: forward impulse, and now there was nothing like
it. There could not be. She grew more and
more depressed, and in this gloomy mood she
went to visit an aunt in Finland. The fresh
scenery and surroundings, the people strangely
different to her own, appealed to her at any rate
as a new experience.
How and when it all began she could not
clearly remember. Her aunt had another guest,
a Swede. He talked of his work, his people, the
latest Swedish novel. Somehow, she herself did
The Forged Coupon |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: ". . . murmured Gladys, blushing." (This poor old shop-worn
blush is a tiresome thing. We get so we would rather Gladys
would fall out of the book and break her neck than do it again.
She is always doing it, and usually irrelevantly. Whenever it is
her turn to murmur she hangs out her blush; it is the only thing
she's got. In a little while we hate her, just as we do
Richard.)
". . . repeated Evelyn, bursting into tears." (This kind
keep a book damp all the time. They can't say a thing without
crying. They cry so much about nothing that by and by when they
have something to cry ABOUT they have gone dry; they sob, and
What is Man? |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: So emulous was he of a calm and tranquil courage greater than his own,
that at last, perhaps unconsciously, something of that mysterious
nature passed into his own soul. His admiration became an instinctive
zeal for this man, a boundless love for and belief in him, such a love
as soldiers feel for their leader when he has the power of swaying
other men, when the halo of victories surrounds him, and the magical
fascination of genius is felt in all that he does. The poor outcast
was murmuring to herself:
"Ah! miserable wretch that I am! Have I not suffered enough to expiate
the sins of my youth? Ah! wretched woman, why did you leave the gay
life of a frivolous Frenchwoman? why did you devour the goods of God
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