| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: little Dwarf was so pleased that he could not help showing them the
beautiful white rose, and telling them that the Infanta herself had
given it to him because she loved him.
They did not understand a single word of what he was saying, but
that made no matter, for they put their heads on one side, and
looked wise, which is quite as good as understanding a thing, and
very much easier.
The Lizards also took an immense fancy to him, and when he grew
tired of running about and flung himself down on the grass to rest,
they played and romped all over him, and tried to amuse him in the
best way they could. 'Every one cannot be as beautiful as a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: this was good, so far. The pity was that the Great Chief himself
was not there. Then Lingard assumed a formal pose and Mrs.
Travers stared into the great courtyard and with rows and rows of
faces ranged on the ground at her feet felt a little giddy for a
moment.
Every movement had died in the crowd. Even the eyes were still
under the variegated mass of coloured headkerchiefs: while beyond
the open gate a noble palm tree looked intensely black against
the glitter of the lagoon and the pale incandescence of the sky.
Mrs. Travers gazing that way wondered at the absence of Hassim
and Immada. But the girl might have been somewhere within one of
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: police-courts, induced his master to receive him. Can you see the man
of business, with an uneasy eye, a bald forehead, and scarcely any
hair on his head, standing in his threadbare jacket and muddy boots--"
"What a picture of a Dun!" cried Lousteau.
"--standing before the Count, that image of flaunting Debt, in his
blue flannel dressing-gown, slippers worked by some Marquise or other,
trousers of white woolen stuff, and a dazzling shirt? There he stood,
with a gorgeous cap on his black dyed hair, playing with the tassels
at his waist--"
" 'Tis a bit of genre for anybody who knows what the pretty little
morning room, hung with silk and full of valuable paintings, where
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