| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: perfection."
"She'd help it - she'd help it!" the young man cried.
"For about a year - the first year, yes. After that she'd be as a
millstone round its neck."
Paul frankly wondered. "Why she has a passion for the real thing,
for good work - for everything you and I care for most."
"'You and I' is charming, my dear fellow!" his friend laughed.
"She has it indeed, but she'd have a still greater passion for her
children - and very proper too. She'd insist on everything's being
made comfortable, advantageous, propitious for them. That isn't
the artist's business."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: HERODE. Versez du vin. [On apporte du vin.] Salome, venez boire
un peu de vin avec moi. J'ai un vin ici qui est exquis. C'est
Cesar lui-meme qui me l'a envoye. Trempez le-dedans vos petites
levres rouges et ensuite je viderai la coupe.
SALOME. Je n'ai pas soif, tetrarque.
HERODE. Vous entendez comme elle me repond, votre fille.
HERODIAS. Je trouve qu'elle a bien raison. Pourquoi la regardez-
vous toujours?
HERODE. Apportez des fruits. [On apporte des fruits.] Salome,
venez manger du fruit avec moi. J'aime beaucoup voir dans un fruit
la morsure de tes petites dents. Mordez un tout petit morceau de ce
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: A field kitchen had been destroyed. The men were hungry, disheartened,
wet through. They needed her, she felt. Even the little she could do
would help. All day she had made soup, and at evening Marie led from
its dilapidated stable the little horse that Henri had once brought up,
trundling its cart behind it. The boiler of the cart was scoured, a
fire lighted in the fire box. Marie, a country girl, harnessed the
shaggy little animal, but with tears of terror.
"You will be killed, mademoiselle," she protested, weeping.
"But I haxe gone before. Don't you remember the man whose wife was
English, and how I wrote a letter for him before he died?"
"What will become of the house if you are killed?"
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