| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: house to suit her, a house surmounted by the usual turret.
The others, on the contrary, those Spiders for whom the thrust of
my pencil has not contrived an entrance-hall representing, to a
certain extent, the natural gallery whence I dislodged them,
absolutely refuse to work; and they die, notwithstanding the
abundance of provisions.
The first pursue the season's task. They were digging when I
caught them; and, carried away by the enthusiasm of their activity,
they go on digging inside my cages. Taken in by my decoy-shaft,
they deepen the imprint of the pencil as though they were deepening
their real vestibule. They do not begin their labours over again;
The Life of the Spider |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: prays awful, and sings them vile songs of the mills, all in a
breath. That woman, now, she's desper't'. Been beggin' to see
Hugh, as she calls him, for three days. I'm a-goin' to let her
in. She don't go with him. Here she is in this next cell. I'm
a-goin' now to let her in."
He let her in. Wolfe did not see her. She crept into a corner
of the cell, and stood watching him. He was scratching the iron
bars of the window with a piece of tin which he had picked up,
with an idle, uncertain, vacant stare, just as a child or idiot
would do.
"Tryin' to get out, old boy?" laughed Haley. "Them irons will
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: of a vague fear is more distinctly felt--like a raven flapping its
slow wing across the sunny air. Nancy wished more and more that
Godfrey would come in.
CHAPTER XVIII
Some one opened the door at the other end of the room, and Nancy
felt that it was her husband. She turned from the window with
gladness in her eyes, for the wife's chief dread was stilled.
"Dear, I'm so thankful you're come," she said, going towards him.
"I began to get --"
She paused abruptly, for Godfrey was laying down his hat with
trembling hands, and turned towards her with a pale face and a
Silas Marner |
