| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: where the High Chancellor of the Empire resided, at about three
o'clock one morning. Having reached the courtyard in full evening
dress, under a keen frost, he could not help giving vent to an
exclamation of dismay--qualified, however, by the spirit which rarely
deserts a Frenchman--at seeing no hackney coach waiting outside the
gates, and hearing no noises such as arise from the wooden shoes or
harsh voices of the hackney-coachmen of Paris. The occasional pawing
of the horses of the Chief Justice's carriage--the young man having
left him still playing /bouillote/ with Cambaceres--alone rang out in
the paved court, which was scarcely lighted by the carriage lamps.
Suddenly the young lawyer felt a friendly hand on his shoulder, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: GLOSTER.
Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hang'd.
KING.
Away with them to prison; and the day of combat shall
be the last of the next month.--Come, Somerset, we'll see thee
sent away.
[Flourish. Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Gloster's Garden
[Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE.]
HUME.
Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: and the books are the sole decoration of the room, for the furniture
consists of an old writing table of carved wood, six old armchairs
covered with tapestry, window curtains of gray stuff bordered with
green, and a green carpet over the floor. The ante-room stove heats
this library as well. As I waited there I did not picture my advocate
as a young man. But this singular setting is in perfect harmony with
his person; for Monsieur Savaron came out in a black merino dressing-
gown tied with a red cord, red slippers, a red flannel waistcoat, and
a red smoking-cap."
"The devil's colors!" exclaimed Madame de Watteville.
"Yes," said the Abbe; "but a magnificent head. Black hair already
Albert Savarus |
