| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: calling, calling, calling!"
The man rose, and went to the window.
"I hear it also," he said; "surely some jackal's at the sheep. I will load
my gun and go and see."
"It sounds to me like the cry of no jackal," said the woman; and when he
was gone she woke her daughter.
"Come, let us go and make a fire, I can sleep no more," she said; "I have
heard a strange thing tonight. Your father said it was a jackal's cry, but
no jackal cries so. It was a child's voice, and it cried, 'Master, master,
wake!'"
The women looked at each other; then they went to the kitchen, and made a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: nerves. Each tried to regain their composure, but in vain.
Old Grannis's fingers trembled so that he pricked them with
his needle. Miss Baker dropped her spoon twice. Their
nervousness would not wear off. They were perturbed, upset.
In a word, the afternoon was spoiled.
Maria went on about the flat from room to room. She had
already paid Marcus Schouler a visit early that morning
before he had gone out. Marcus had sworn at her, excitedly
vociferating; "No, by damn! No, he hadn't a thing for her;
he hadn't, for a fact. It was a positive persecution. Every
day his privacy was invaded. He would complain to the
McTeague |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: supernumerary at a boulevard theatre in winter.
"Malaga!" cried the portress, rushing into the attic, "there's a fine
gentleman wanting you. He is getting information from Chapuzot, who is
playing him off to give me time to tell you."
"Thank you, M'ame Chapuzot; but what will he think of me if he finds
me ironing my gown?"
"Pooh! when a man's in love he loves everything about us."
"Is he an Englishman? they are fond of horses."
"No, he looks to me Spanish."
"That's a pity; they say Spaniards are always poor. Stay here with me,
M'ame Chapuzot; I don't want him to think I'm deserted."
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