| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: for breath. With Mr. Clymer's assistance I carried him into an
ante-room off the court, but before I had crossed its threshold
Turnbull expired in my arms."
"Was he conscious before he died?"
At the question Kent bent eagerly forward. What would be the reply?
"I am not prepared to answer that with certainty," replied Dr. Stone
cautiously. "As I picked him up I heard him stammer faintly:
'B-b-b.'"
Kent started so violently that the man next to him turned and
regarded him for a moment, then, more interested in what was
transpiring on the platform, promptly forgot his agitated neighbor.
The Red Seal |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: catechist.
"Upon my word, I could wish I had been less fortunate," said Jack.
"For if I had been born benighted, I might now be going free; and
it cannot be denied the iron is inconvenient, and the ulcer hurts."
"Ah!" cried his uncle, "do not envy the heathen! Theirs is a sad
lot! Ah, poor souls, if they but knew the joys of being fettered!
Poor souls, my heart yearns for them. But the truth is they are
vile, odious, insolent, ill-conditioned, stinking brutes, not truly
human - for what is a man without a fetter? - and you cannot be too
particular not to touch or speak with them."
After this talk, the child would never pass one of the unfettered
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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: Francesca was quite of the Italian type, and such as imagination
supposes or pictures, or, if you will, dreams, that Italian women are.
What first struck Rodolphe was the grace and elegance of a figure
evidently powerful, though so slender as to appear fragile. An amber
paleness overspread her face, betraying sudden interest, but it did
not dim the voluptuous glance of her liquid eyes of velvety blackness.
A pair of hands as beautiful as ever a Greek sculptor added to the
polished arms of a statue grasped Rodolphe's arm, and their whiteness
gleamed against his black coat. The rash Frenchman could but just
discern the long, oval shape of her face, and a melancholy mouth
showing brilliant teeth between the parted lips, full, fresh, and
Albert Savarus |
