| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: some barterin', perhaps murderin'. Anyway, Benson fetched the
girl back. She was more dead than alive. But it turned out she
was only starved an' scared half to death. She hadn't been
harmed. I reckon she was then about fourteen years old.
Benson's idee, he said, was to use her in his den sellin'
drinks an' the like. But I never went much on Jackrabbit's
word. Bland seen the kid right off and took her--bought her
from Benson. You can gamble Bland didn't do thet from notions
of chivalry. I ain't gainsayin, however, but thet Jennie was
better off with Kate Bland. She's been hard on Jennie, but
she's kept Bland an' the other men from treatin' the kid
The Lone Star Ranger |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: other mystery; the colors confused even in the highest lights.
"Cursy was an old playwright, jaded by the life of the theatrical
world. He liked comfort; he liked a luxurious, affluent, easy
existence; he enjoyed being a king in his own house; he liked to be
host to a party of men of letters in a hotel resplendent with royal
luxury, with carefully chosen works of art shining in the setting.
Tullia allowed du Bruel to enthrone himself amid the tribe; there were
plenty of journalists whom it was easy enough to catch and ensnare;
and, thanks to her evening parties and a well-timed loan here and
there, Cursy was not attacked too seriously--his plays succeeded. For
these reasons he would not have separated from Tullia for an empire.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: CHAPTER V
FAREWELL
There is in man an almost hopeless phenomenon for thoughtful minds who
seek a meaning in the march of civilization, and who endeavor to give
laws of progression to the movement of intelligence. However
portentous a fact may be, or even supernatural,--if such facts exist,
--however solemnly a miracle may be done in sight of all, the
lightning of that fact, the thunderbolt of that miracle is quickly
swallowed up in the ocean of life, whose surface, scarcely stirred by
the brief convulsion, returns to the level of its habitual flow.
A Voice is heard from the jaws of an Animal; a Hand writes on the wall
Seraphita |
