| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: little ravine.
"Well, we must wait for Monsieur Gravier," said Bianchon, when they
had reached a clearing.
"You may be a great physician," said Gatien, "but you are ignorant of
provincial life. You mean to wait for Monsieur Gravier?--By this time
he is running like a hare, in spite of his little round stomach; he is
within twenty minutes of Anzy by now----" Gatien looked at his watch.
"Good! he will be just in time."
"Where?"
"At the chateau for breakfast," replied Gatien. "Do you suppose I
could rest easy if Madame de la Baudraye were alone with Monsieur de
The Muse of the Department |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: family--he was named the Honourable Vavasseur Smyth--who had accompanied
an official relative to the Cape Colony, came our way in search of
sport, of which I was able to show him a good deal of a humble kind. He
had brought with him, amongst other weapons, what in those days was
considered a very beautiful hair-triggered small-bore rifle fitted with
a nipple for percussion caps, then quite a new invention. It was by a
maker of the name of J. Purdey, of London, and had cost quite a large
sum because of the perfection of its workmanship. When the Honourable
V. Smyth--of whom I have never heard since--took his leave of us on his
departure for England, being a generous-hearted young fellow, as a
souvenir of himself, he kindly presented me with this rifle,* which I
Marie |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James: The equivalent would be Waymarsh's himself serving me up--
his remorseless analysis of me. And he'll never do that"--
he was sadly clear. "He'll never remorselessly analyse me."
He quite held her with the authority of this. "He'll never
say a word to you about me."
She took it in; she did it justice; yet after an instant her
reason, her restless irony, disposed of it. "Of course he won't.
For what do you take people, that they're able to say words about
anything, able remorselessly to analyse? There are not many like
you and me. It will be only because he's too stupid."
It stirred in her friend a sceptical echo which was at the same
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