| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: So the steam would escape generally easily, and would only make a
passing rattle, like the earthquake of which the famous jester
Charles Selwyn said that it was quite a young one, so tame that
you might have stroked it; like that which I myself once felt in
the Pyrenees, which gave me very solemn thoughts after a while,
though at first I did nothing but laugh at it; and I will tell you
why.
I was travelling in the Pyrenees; and I came one evening to the
loveliest spot--a glen, or rather a vast crack in the mountains,
so narrow that there was no room for anything at the bottom of it,
save a torrent roaring between walls of polished rock. High above
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: by giving it a poetic quality far above musical inventions.
"Well, Excellenza, and can you cure him?" asked Giardini, as Andrea
came out.
"I shall soon find out," replied the Count. "This man's intellect has
two windows; one is closed to the world, the other is open to the
heavens. The first is music, the second is poetry. Till now he has
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."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: to say three months; but upon closer examination it shrunk to a
month, then to a week, then to a day, then to nothing. Yes, he
remembered now, and with unwelcome vividness, that Goodson had told
him to go to thunder and mind his own business--HE wasn't hankering
to follow Hadleyburg to heaven!
So that solution was a failure--he hadn't saved Goodson's soul.
Richards was discouraged. Then after a little came another idea:
had he saved Goodson's property? No, that wouldn't do--he hadn't
any. His life? That is it! Of course. Why, he might have thought
of it before. This time he was on the right track, sure. His
imagination-mill was hard at work in a minute, now.
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg |
