| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: is emblematic of Cortez first viewing the Pacific Ocean, which
(according to the bard Keats) it took place in Darien. The cut is
much admired for the sentiment of discovery, the manly proportions
of the voyager, and the fine impression of tropical scenes and the
untrodden WASTE, so aptly rendered by the hartis.
I would send you the book; but I declare I'm ruined. I got a penny
a cut and a halfpenny a set of verses from the flint-hearted
publisher, and only one specimen copy, as I'm a sinner. - was
apostolic alongside of Osbourne.
I hope you will be able to decipher this, written at steam speed
with a breaking pen, the hotfast postman at my heels. No excuse,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Forged Coupon by Leo Tolstoy: "Why not?" said the coachman, thinking to
himself, "why do they order the horses when
they aren't ready? The rush the grooms and I
had--just to stand here and feed the flies."
"Directly, directly," Volgin went towards his
room, but turned back to ask Nicholas Petrovich
about the begging peasant.
"Did you see him?--He's a drunkard, but
still he is to be pitied. Do be quick!"
Volgin got out his case, with all the requisites
for writing, wrote the letter, made out a cheque
The Forged Coupon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: mornings. On her gray silk stockings not a spot, on her shoes not a
splash. The shawl held tightly round the bust disclosed, vaguely, its
charming lines; and the young man, who had often seen those shoulders
at a ball, knew well the treasures that the shawl concealed. By the
way a Parisian woman wraps a shawl around her, and the way she lifts
her feet in the street, a man of intelligence in such studies can
divine the secret of her mysterious errand. There is something, I know
not what, of quivering buoyancy in the person, in the gait; the woman
seems to weigh less; she steps, or rather, she glides like a star, and
floats onward led by a thought which exhales from the folds and motion
of her dress. The young man hastened his step, passed the woman, and
Ferragus |
