| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: herself, as thinking the discussion had been sufficiently
pursued, and remained silent.
"Speak," I continued, impatiently; "I never like the appearance
of acquiescence when the reality is not there; and you had a
contradiction at your tongue's end."
"Monsieur, I have had many lessons both in grammar, history,
geography, and arithmetic. I have gone through a course of each
study."
"Bravo! but how did you manage it, since your aunt could not
afford lo send you to school?"
"By lace-mending; by the thing monsieur despises so much."
The Professor |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: times a day. Well, I 'm bound to say the baker's ices are not bad."
"Considering that they have been baked! But they affect the mind,"
Blanche went on. "They would have affected Captain Lovelock's--
only he has n't any. They certainly affected Angela's--
putting it into her head, at eleven o'clock, to come out
to walk."
Angela did nothing whatever to defend herself against this ingenious sally;
she simply stood there in graceful abstraction. Bernard was vaguely vexed
at her neither looking at him nor speaking to him; her indifference seemed
a contravention of that right of criticism which Gordon had bequeathed
to him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: never been heard since the bad days of Shere Khan. It was what
they call in the Jungle the pheeal, a hideous kind of shriek
that the jackal gives when he is hunting behind a tiger, or when
there is a big killing afoot. If you can imagine a mixture of
hate, triumph, fear, and despair, with a kind of leer running
through it, you will get some notion of the pheeal that rose and
sank and wavered and quavered far away across the Waingunga.
The Four stopped at once, bristling and growling. Mowgli's hand
went to his knife, and he checked, the blood in his face,
his eyebrows knotted.
"There is no Striped One dare kill here," he said.
The Second Jungle Book |
