| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: affair sentimentally. But clearly Anthony was no diplomatist. His
brother-in-law must have appeared to him, to use the language of
shore people, a perfect philistine with a heart like a flint. What
Fyne precisely meant by "wrangling" I don't know, but I had no doubt
that these two had "wrangled" to a profoundly disturbing extent.
How much the other was affected I could not even imagine; but the
man before me was quite amazingly upset.
"In a four-wheeler! Take him on board!" I muttered, startled by the
change in Fyne.
"That's the plan--nothing less. If I am to believe what I have been
told, his feet will scarcely touch the ground between the prison-
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Two Poets by Honore de Balzac: had left it at this point.
Hither, pede titubante, Jerome-Nicolas Sechard brought his son, and
pointed to a sheet of paper lying on the table--a valuation of plant
drawn up by the foreman under his direction.
"Read that, my boy," said Jerome-Nicolas, rolling a drunken eye from
the paper to his son, and back to the paper. "You will see what a
jewel of a printing-house I am giving you."
" 'Three wooden presses, held in position by iron tie-bars, cast-iron
plates----' "
"An improvement of my own," put in Sechard senior.
" '----Together with all the implements, ink-tables, balls, benches,
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: So, across the line they goes, and back to the reservation. In
about a week there's fifty-two frantic Greasers wanting to know
where's their hosses. The army is nothing but an importer of
stolen stock, and knows it, and can't help it.
Well, as I says, I'm between Camp Apache and the Mexican line, so
that every raiding party goes right on past me. The point is
that I'm a thousand feet or so above the valley, and the
renegades is in such a devil of a hurry about that time that they
never stop to climb up and collect me. Often I've watched them
trailing down the valley in a cloud of dust. Then, in a day or
two, a squad of soldiers would come up, and camp at my spring for
|
