| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac: paper, and that quickly; he must make the discovery, in fact, in order
to apply the proceeds to the needs of the household and of the
business. What words can describe the brain that can forget the cruel
preoccupations caused by hidden want, by the daily needs of a family
and the daily drudgery of a printer's business, which requires such
minute, painstaking care; and soar, with the enthusiasm and
intoxication of the man of science, into the regions of the unknown in
quest of a secret which daily eludes the most subtle experiment? And
the inventor, alas! as will shortly be seen, has plenty of woes to
endure, besides the ingratitude of the many; idle folk that can do
nothing themselves tell them, "Such a one is a born inventor; he could
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: that after one or two trials he gave up in disgust.
So the dull years had passed, and life had gone on pretty much
the same for Tony and the German wife and the shop. The children
came on Sunday evenings to buy the stick candy, and on week-days
for coal and wood. The servants came to buy oysters for the
larger houses, and to gossip over the counter about their
employers. The little dry woman knitted, and the big man moved
lazily in and out in his red flannel shirt, exchanged politics
with the tailor next door through the window, or lounged into
Mrs. Murphy's bar and drank fiercely. Some of the children grew
up and moved away, and other little girls came to buy candy and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: very keel, and the soaked men on her decks to shiver in their wet
clothes to the very marrow of their bones. Before one squall has
flown over to sink in the eastern board, the edge of another peeps
up already above the western horizon, racing up swift, shapeless,
like a black bag full of frozen water ready to burst over your
devoted head. The temper of the ruler of the ocean has changed.
Each gust of the clouded mood that seemed warmed by the heat of a
heart flaming with anger has its counterpart in the chilly blasts
that seem blown from a breast turned to ice with a sudden revulsion
of feeling. Instead of blinding your eyes and crushing your soul
with a terrible apparatus of cloud and mists and seas and rain, the
The Mirror of the Sea |
