| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gobseck by Honore de Balzac: these restaurants, with their broths, and sauces, and wines, would
poison the Devil himself.'
"Something in my face suddenly brought back the usual cold, impassive
expression to his.
" 'You don't understand it,' he said, and sitting down by the hearth,
he put a tin saucepan full of milk on the brazier.--'Will you
breakfast with me?' continued he. 'Perhaps there will be enough here
for two.'
" 'Thanks,' said I, 'I do not breakfast till noon.'
"I had scarcely spoken before hurried footsteps sounded from the
passage. The stranger stopped at Gobseck's door and rapped; there was
Gobseck |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "I am glad," he said, "that I do not dwell in your country
among such savage peoples. Here, in Caspak, men fight with men
when they meet--men of different races--but their weapons are
first for the slaying of beasts in the chase and in defense.
We do not fashion weapons solely for the killing of man as do
your peoples. Your country must indeed be a savage country,
from which you are fortunate to have escaped to the peace and
security of Caspak."
Here was a new and refreshing viewpoint; nor could I take
exception to it after what I had told Altan of the great war
which had been raging in Europe for over two years before I
The People That Time Forgot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: cowered close by the high iron gates, and he had a personal
acquaintance with most of the patients, with all of the attendants,
and most of all, with the kind elderly physician who was the head
of the establishment. Janci knew them all, and had a kind word
equally for all. But otherwise he was a silent man, living much
within himself.
When the shepherd reached his little home, his wife came to meet
him with a call to breakfast. As they sat down at the table a
shadow moved past the little window. Janci looked up. "Who was
that?" asked Margit, looking up from her folded hands. She had
just finished her murmured prayer.
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