| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: from the Hague to Loewestein, and who -- Cornelius did not
understand how -- had succeeded even in penetrating into the
prison, would also be fortunate enough in penetrating to the
prisoner himself.
Whilst Cornelius, debating this point within himself, was
building all sorts of castles in the air, and was struggling
between hope and fear, the shutter of the grating in the
door opened, and Rosa, beaming with joy, and beautiful in
her pretty national costume -- but still more beautiful from
the grief which for the last five months had blanched her
cheeks -- pressed her little face against the wire grating
The Black Tulip |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: star-shaped hatch. Each seed-casket has its own system of locks,
which are made to work smoothly by the mere kiss of the sun.
Well, that other dry fruit, the Banded Epeira's germ-box, likewise
possesses its bursting-gear. As long as the eggs remain unhatched,
the door, solidly fixed in its frame, holds good; as soon as the
little ones swarm and want to get out, it opens of itself.
Come June and July, beloved of the Cicadae, no less beloved of the
young Spiders who are anxious to be off. It were difficult indeed
for them to work their way through the thick shell of the balloon.
For the second time, a spontaneous dehiscence seems called for.
Where will it be effected?
The Life of the Spider |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: much interested in him before or after he was born. He ran
around, and when he was eighteen he got to be help to a grocery
man. But a girl he ran with kept taking all his pay and teasing
him for more, and so one day the grocery man caught Shorty
robbing his till, and fired him. There wasn't no one to tell
good-by to, for the girl had to go to the country to see her
aunt, she said. So Shorty hung around the store and kissed the
grocery cat good-by. He'd been used to feeding the cat, and she'd
sit in his lap and purr, he told me. He sends money back to that
girl now. This hyeh country is no country for Shorty, for he will
be a conspicuous novice all his days."
The Virginian |
