| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: "You wished to speak to me," said Monsieur de Granville. "I am ready
to listen."
"Monsieur le Comte, I am Jacques Collin. I surrender!"
Camusot started; the public prosecutor was immovable.
"As you may suppose, I have my reasons for doing this," said Jacques
Collin, with an ironical glance at the two magistrates. "I must
inconvenience you greatly; for if I had remained a Spanish priest, you
would simply have packed me off with an escort of gendarmes as far as
the frontier by Bayonne, and there Spanish bayonets would have
relieved you of me."
The lawyers sat silent and imperturbable.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: if he had called me out--but this I can't understand. How can he
put up with such a position? He feels it, that's evident."
"He?" she said sneeringly. "He's perfectly satisfied."
"What are we all miserable for, when everything might be so
happy?"
"Only not he. Don't I know him, the falsity in which he's utterly
steeped? ...Could one, with any feeling, live as he is living
with me? He understands nothing, and feels nothing. Could a man
of any feeling live in the same house with his unfaithful wife?
Could he talk to her, call her 'my dear'?"
And again she could not help mimicking him: " 'Anna, ma chore;
Anna Karenina |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: for him already--and it wouldn't do any good to carry his
dead body with us."
"I hates to tink o' dem head-huntin' Chinks gettin' him,'
replied Byrne; "but maybe I kin hide his grave so's dey won't
tumble to it."
"You are in no condition to carry him at all," said the girl.
"I doubt if you can go far even without any burden."
The mucker grinned.
"Youse don't know me, miss," he said, and stooping he
lifted the body of the Frenchman to his broad shoulder, and
started up the hillside through the trackless underbrush.
The Mucker |
