| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen: makes thirty-one; four in hand and eight in crib.
You are to deal, ma'am; shall I deal for you?" Fanny thought
and thought again of the difference which twenty-four hours
had made in that room, and all that part of the house.
Last night it had been hope and smiles, bustle and motion,
noise and brilliancy, in the drawing-room, and out of
the drawing-room, and everywhere. Now it was languor,
and all but solitude.
A good night's rest improved her spirits. She could think
of William the next day more cheerfully; and as the morning
afforded her an opportunity of talking over Thursday night
Mansfield Park |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: "And I," she whispered,--"I felt that you were feeling that.
But when I came, I thought I had been mistaken."
Alexander started up and began to walk up and down the room.
"No, you weren't mistaken. I've been up in Canada
with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York
until after you had gone. Then, when your manager
added two more weeks, I was already committed."
He dropped upon the stool in front of her and
sat with his hands hanging between his knees.
"What am I to do, Hilda?"
"That's what I wanted to see you about,
Alexander's Bridge |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: nor for Paula.
One sad November day, while the wind roared round the old palace
and the rain lashed the lagoon, Pemberton, for exercise and even
somewhat for warmth - the Moreens were horribly frugal about fires;
it was a cause of suffering to their inmate - walked up and down
the big bare sala with his pupil. The scagliola floor was cold,
the high battered casements shook in the storm, and the stately
decay of the place was unrelieved by a particle of furniture.
Pemberton's spirits were low, and it came over him that the fortune
of the Moreens was now even lower. A blast of desolation, a
portent of disgrace and disaster, seemed to draw through the
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