| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: they ceased in their turn, and the hushed step of Count Muffat was
alone audible as he crossed the floor. The lamps seemed to have
paled; the fire was going out; a stern shadow fell athwart the old
friends of the house where they sat in the chairs they had occupied
there for forty years back. It was as though in a momentary pause
of conversation the invited guests had become suddenly aware that
the count's mother, in all her glacial stateliness, had returned
among them.
But the Countess Sabine had once more resumed:
"Well, at last the news of it got about. The young man was likely
to die, and that would explain the poor child's adoption of the
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: tight pang at his heart he drew a deep breath, almost a sigh.
Gascoyne turned his head abruptly, and looked at his friend, but
he did not ask the cause of the sigh. No doubt the same thoughts
that were in Myles's mind were in his also.
It was towards the latter part of the afternoon that a message
came from the Earl, bidding Myles attend him in his private
closet. After Myles had bowed and kissed his lordship's hand, the
Earl motioned him to take a seat, telling him that he had some
final words to say that might occupy a considerable time. He
talked to the young man for about half an hour in his quiet,
measured voice, only now and then showing a little agitation by
Men of Iron |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: That I haue vttered; bring me to the Test
And I the matter will re-word: which madnesse
Would gamboll from. Mother, for loue of Grace,
Lay not a flattering Vnction to your soule,
That not your trespasse, but my madnesse speakes:
It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place,
Whil'st ranke Corruption mining all within,
Infects vnseene. Confesse your selfe to Heauen,
Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
And do not spred the Compost on the Weedes,
To make them ranke. Forgiue me this my Vertue,
Hamlet |
