| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: the famous frost man can withstand the breath, smiles and perfume of
a girl.' Hator said no word, either then or all that day. He stood
till sunset like a tree trunk, and thought of other things. Then the
girl grew passionate, and shook her curls. She rose from where she
was sitting she looked at him, and touched his arm; but he did not
see her. She looked at him, so that all the soul was in her eyes;
and then she fell down dead. Hator awoke from his thoughts, and saw
her lying, still warm, at his feet, a corpse. He passed to the
mainland; but how, it is not related."
Tydomin shuddered. "You too have met your wicked woman, Spadevil;
but your method is a nobler one."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Falk by Joseph Conrad: novelty in finding himself obliged to pay for travel-
ling--for sea travelling which was the normal state
of life for the family--from the very cradle for
most of them. I could see he grudged prospectively
every single shilling which must be spent so absurd-
ly. It was rather funny. He would become doleful
over it, and then again, with a fretful sigh, he would
suppose there was nothing for it now but to take
three second-class tickets--and there were the four
children to pay for besides. A lot of money that
to spend at once. A big lot of money.
Falk |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: such an impression on the Latournelles that they even forgot their
parting with Exupere, whom they had sent off that morning to Paris.
During dinner, while the three were alone, Monsieur and Madame
Latournelle and Butscha turned the problem over and over in their
minds, and discussed every aspect of it.
"If Modeste loved any one in Havre she would have shown some fear
yesterday," said Madame Latournelle; "her lover, therefore, lives
somewhere else."
"She swore to her mother this morning," said the notary, "in presence
of Dumay, that she had not exchanged a look or a word with any living
soul."
Modeste Mignon |
