| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne: the reflection that this was the second time we a had been left
together by a parcel of nonsensical contingencies, - C'EST BIEN
COMIQUE, said she. -
- There wants nothing, said I, to make it so but the comic use
which the gallantry of a Frenchman would put it to, - to make love
the first moment, and an offer of his person the second.
'Tis their FORT, replied the lady.
It is supposed so at least; - and how it has come to pass,
continued I, I know not; but they have certainly got the credit of
understanding more of love, and making it better than any other
nation upon earth; but, for my own part, I think them arrant
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: commercial party, surprised, were equally silent, trying to discover
the subject of this earnest conference. The secret of the young ULTRAS
was soon revealed.
Amelie rose, took an easel which stood near hers, carried it to a
distance from the noble group, and placed it close to a board
partition which separated the studio from the extreme end of the
attic, where all broken casts, defaced canvases and the winter supply
of wood were kept. Amelie's action caused a murmur of surprise, which
did not prevent her from accomplishing the change by rolling hastily
to the side of the easel the stool, the box of colors, and even the
picture by Prudhon, which the absent pupil was copying. After this
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Kreutzer Sonata by Leo Tolstoy: bring his violin that very evening, and to play with my wife.
She raised her eyes toward me with astonishment, and her face
turned purple, as if she were seized with a sudden fear. She
began to excuse herself, saying that she did not play well
enough. This refusal only excited me the more. I remember the
strange feeling with which I looked at his neck, his white neck,
in contrast with his black hair, separated by a parting, when,
with his skipping gait, like that of a bird, he left my house. I
could not help confessing to myself that this man's presence
caused me suffering. 'It is in my power,' thought I, 'to so
arrange things that I shall never see him again. But can it be
The Kreutzer Sonata |
