| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: `Walk in, gentlemen,' he said weakly. `I am alive, you see,
and competent. You are witnesses that I have survived my wife.
You will find her in her own room. Please make your examination
at once, so that there will be no mistake.'
One of the neighbours telephoned for a doctor, while the others
went into Mrs. Cutter's room. She was lying on her bed,
in her night-gown and wrapper, shot through the heart.
Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon
nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast.
Her night-gown was burned from the powder.
The horrified neighbours rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and
My Antonia |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chessmen of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: I'll swear, not since she's been dead, either. And then there was
that other --" but Turan, seeing a thousand or more years of
osculatory memoirs portending, interrupted.
"Tell me, ancient one," he said, "not of thy loves but of
thyself. Who are you? What do you here in the pits of O-Tar?"
"I might ask you the same, young man," replied the other. "Few
there are who visit the pits other than the dead, except my
pupils--ey! That is it--you are new pupils! Good! But never
before have they sent a woman to learn the great art from the
greatest artist. But times have changed. Now, in my day the women
did no work--they were just for kissing and loving. Ey, those
The Chessmen of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: d'Arthez's arm, in the simplest manner, to return to Madame d'Espard's
little salon. As they crossed the grand salon she walked slowly, and
when sufficiently separated from the marquise, who was on Blondet's
arm, she stopped.
"I do not wish to be inaccessible to the friend of that poor man," she
said to d'Arthez; "and though I have made it a rule to receive no
visitors, you will always be welcome in my house. Do not think this a
favor. A favor is only for strangers, and to my mind you and I seem
old friends; I see in you the brother of Michel."
D'Arthez could only press her arm, unable to make other reply.
After coffee was served, Diane de Cadignan wrapped herself, with
|
