| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: insisted on sitting in front of the shuttered window; he must be got
to the other. It was you, Giardini, who first started me on the right
track, by telling me that your client's mind was clearer after
drinking a few glasses of wine."
"Yes," cried the cook, "and I can see what your plan is."
"If it is not too late to make the thunder of poetry audible to his
ears, in the midst of the harmonies of some noble music, we must put
him into a condition to receive it and appreciate it. Will you help me
to intoxicate Gambara, my good fellow? Will you be none the worse for
it?"
"What do you mean, Excellenza?"
Gambara |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: quickly over stones and broken pots. Mother and child leaned on
the rail of the old sheep-bridge, watching. Up at the dipping-hole,
at the other end of the meadow, Mrs. Morel could see the naked
forms of boys flashing round the deep yellow water,
or an occasional bright figure dart glittering over the blackish
stagnant meadow. She knew William was at the dipping-hole,
and it was the dread of her life lest he should get drowned.
Annie played under the tall old hedge, picking up alder cones,
that she called currants. The child required much attention,
and the flies were teasing.
The children were put to bed at seven o'clock. Then she
Sons and Lovers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: perspiration, his face blazed, as though he were drunk with success.
"You're good for two hundred nights," La Faloise said to him with
civility. "The whole of Paris will visit your theater."
But Bordenave grew annoyed and, indicating with a jerk of his chin
the public who filled the entrance hall--a herd of men with parched
lips and ardent eyes, still burning with the enjoyment of Nana--he
cried out violently:
"Say 'my brothel,' you obstinate devil!"
CHAPTER II
At ten o'clock the next morning Nana was still asleep. She occupied
the second floor of a large new house in the Boulevard Haussmann,
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