| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: sceptics themselves /know not what they are feeling/. Spanish genius
alone was able to bring this untold majesty to untold griefs.
When the solemn ceremony was over, twelve men came from the six
chapels and stood around the coffin to hear the song of hope which the
Church intones for the Christian soul before the human form is buried.
Then, each man entered alone a mourning-coach; Jacquet and Monsieur
Desmarets took the thirteenth; the servants followed on foot. An hour
later, they were at the summit of that cemetery popularly called Pere-
Lachaise. The unknown twelve men stood in a circle round the grave,
where the coffin had been laid in presence of a crowd of loiterers
gathered from all parts of this public garden. After a few short
Ferragus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: other end of the bench where the lady sat.
Bessie Bell was so surprised at the first look that she hardly knew
what to think.
The lady did not look like Sister Helen Vincula, oh, not at all; but
the veil that she wore was soft and black like that that Sister
Helen Vincula wore. The dress that the lady wore was black also,
but it looked as if it were stiff and very crisp, and not soft like
the dress that Sister Helen Vincula wore. Bessie Bell did not mean
to be rude, but she reached out one tiny hand and took hold of the
lady's dress, just a tiny pinch of it.
Yes, it was very crisp.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: is too late; he was to leave for Mexico at the rising of the moon,
to stir up mischief against me because I granted you terms--not
that I fear him there, where his repute is small.'
'I do not lie indeed,' I answered. 'Much of this tale I can prove
if need be, and I tell you that I would give half the life that is
left to me to stand face to face in open fight with him again.
Ever he has escaped me, and the score between us is long.'
Now as I spoke thus it seemed to me that a cold and dreadful air
played upon my hands and brow and a warning sense of present evil
crept into my soul, overcoming me so that I could not stir or speak
for a while.
Montezuma's Daughter |
