| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: glances of vivacious intelligence, asked us if we felt warm enough,
the room having no fire. Politeness required us to say yes, although
he had already given signs of incendiarism by striking a match, when,
from a distant and dark corner of the room, a broken, feeble voice,
the owner of which we had not as yet perceived, interposed to prevent
the prodigality.
"No, Achille, no, don't make a fire," said an old man. "There are five
in the room, and the lamp gives out a good heat; before long the room
would be too hot to bear."
Hearing these words, the marquis exclaimed:--
"Ah! this is the good Monsieur Pigoult, formerly justice of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: performance.
In the course of our study of this case we obtained from Amanda a
very good account of her own life, deeply tragic in its details,
and a probably correct analysis of her beginnings in lying. It
seems that she remembers well her mother, particularly in the
later visits which the relatives allowed. These must have been
when she was about 5 or 6 years old. ``I know a lot. There
isn't anything bad that I have not seen and heard. I try to
forget it, but I can't. What's the use anyhow? When I think of
my mother it all comes up again. When I was very little I would
sit in a room with my mother and a crowd of her friends and they
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: again, lest it should fail me in the end; I was in darkness, save for the
earthshine and the glitter of the stars below me. Everything was so
absolutely silent and still that I might indeed have been the only being
in the universe, and yet, strangely enough, I had no more feeling of
loneliness or fear than if I had been lying in bed on earth. Now, this
seems all the stranger to me, since during my last hours in that crater of
the moon, the sense of my utter loneliness had been an agony. ...
Incredible as it will seem, this interval of time that I spent in space
has no sort of proportion to any other interval of time in my life.
Sometimes it seemed as though I sat through immeasurable eternities like
some god upon a lotus leaf, and again as though there was a momentary
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