| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: number of grades. He peopled the heavens, the stars, the planets, the
sun.
Quoting Saint Paul, he invested man with a new power; he might rise,
from globe to globe, to the very Fount of eternal life. Jacob's
mystical ladder was both the religious formula and the traditional
proof of the fact. He soared through space, carrying with him the
passionate souls of his hearers on the wings of his word, making them
feel the infinite, and bathing them in the heavenly sea. Then the
Doctor accounted logically for hell by circles placed in inverse order
to the shining spheres that lead to God, in which torments and
darkness take the place of the Spirit and of light. Pain was as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: fashion. So he weighed the spoons, and they came to five-and-thirty
shillings, so I pulls out my purse to pay him, in which I had
near twenty guineas, for I never went without such a sum
about me, whatever might happen, and I found it of use at
other times as well as now.
When Mr. Alderman saw my money, he said, 'Well, madam,
now I am satisfied you were wronged, and it was for this
reason that I moved you should buy the spoons, and stayed
till you had bought them, for if you had not had money to pay
for them, I should have suspected that you did not come into
the shop with an intent to buy, for indeed the sort of people
Moll Flanders |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: yet omits one important factor, namely--"
"Yes," I said absently; "yes."
AMATEUR NIGHT
THE elevator boy smiled knowingly to him self. When he took her up, he had
noted the sparkle in her eyes, the color in her cheeks. His little cage had
quite warmed with the glow of her repressed eagerness. And now, on the down
trip, it was glacier-like. The sparkle and the color were gone. She was
frowning, and what little he could see of her eyes was cold and steel-gray.
Oh, he knew the symptoms, he did. He was an observer, and he knew it, too, and
some day, when he was big enough, he was going to be a reporter, sure. And in
the meantime he studied the procession of life as it streamed up and down
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