| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: over cards and brandy, shuffled before his adversary's deal with a
glare of suspicion, and turned up a mean trump-card with an air of
inexpressible disgust, as if in a world where such things could
happen one might as well enter on a course of reckless profligacy.
When the evening had advanced to this pitch of freedom and
enjoyment, it was usual for the servants, the heavy duties of supper
being well over, to get their share of amusement by coming to look
on at the dancing; so that the back regions of the house were left
in solitude.
There were two doors by which the White Parlour was entered from the
hall, and they were both standing open for the sake of air; but the
 Silas Marner |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: tire army corps upon the Luthanian frontier. Am I correctly
informed?"
General Petko squared his shoulders and bowed in assent.
At the same time he reached into his breast-pocket for the
ultimatum.
"Good!" exclaimed Barney, and then he leaned close to
the ear of the Serbian. "How long will it take to move that
army corps to Lustadt?"
General Petko gasped and returned the ultimatum to his
pocket.
"Sire!" he cried, his face lighting with incredulity. "You
 The Mad King |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: happiness, possibly that of Satan beholding heaven through a rift of
the clouds which form its enclosure.
"As soon as I saw you," he said in pure Tuscan, and in the modest tone
of voice so peculiarly Italian, "I loved you. My soul and my life are
now in you, and in you they will be forever, if you will have it so."
Juana listened, inhaling from the atmosphere the sound of these words
which the accents of love made magnificent.
"Poor child! how have you breathed so long the air of this dismal
house without dying of it? You, made to reign in the world, to inhabit
the palace of a prince, to live in the midst of fetes, to feel the
joys which love bestows, to see the world at your feet, to efface all
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