| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac: does no injury to my last child."
"What are you going to do, Jean?" asked Madame Dumay; "how can you
discover a young girl's secret if she means to hide it?"
"Obey me, all!" cried the lieutenant, "I shall need every one of you."
If this rapid sketch were clearly developed it would give a whole
picture of manners and customs in which many a family could recognize
the events of their own history; but it must suffice as it is to
explain the importance of the few details heretofore given about
persons and things on the memorable evening when the old soldier had
made ready his plot against the young girl, intending to wrench from
the recesses of her heart the secret of a love and a lover seen only
Modeste Mignon |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: This he did not for the well-being of Robin Hood, but because he would save
his lord's honor if he could. Thus it came about that when, after a while,
the yeomen of the guard went to the archery field, they found not Robin
and the others, and so got no cakes at that fair.
The afternoon was already well-nigh gone when Robin Hood, Little John, Will,
and Allan set forth upon their homeward way, trudging along merrily
through the yellow slanting light, which speedily changed to rosy
red as the sun sank low in the heavens. The shadows grew long,
and finally merged into the grayness of the mellow twilight.
The dusty highway lay all white betwixt the dark hedgerows, and along it
walked four fellows like four shadows, the pat of their feet sounding loud,
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: replied Corentin. "And besides, we for whom men are but cards, ought
never to be tricked by them."
"By gad! it would be the condemned jail-bird amusing himself by
cutting the executioner's throat."
"You always have something droll to say," replied Corentin, with a dim
smile, that faintly wrinkled his set white face.
This business was exceedingly important in itself, apart from its
consequences. If it were not the Baron who had betrayed Peyrade, who
could have had any interest in seeing the Prefet of Police? From
Corentin's point of view it seemed suspicious. Were there any traitors
among his men? And as he went to bed, he wondered what Peyrade, too,
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