| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: of persons gathered in the reeking hovel, while old Mother Tonsard
stood sentinel at the door as security for the secret words of the
drinkers.
Of all those faces, that of Godain, Catherine's suitor, was perhaps
the most alarming, though the least pronounced. Godain,--a miser
without money,--the cruelest of misers, for he who seeks money surely
takes precedence of him who hoards it, one turning his eagerness
within himself, the other looking outside with terrible intentness,--
Godain represented the type of the majority of peasant faces.
He was a journeyman, small in frame, and saved from the draft by not
attaining the required military height; naturally lean and made more
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: would remark mildly, from his side of the fence,
each time he saw her exercising that privilege.
She was a tall girl; the fence was low, and
she could spread her elbows on the top. Her hands
would be red with the bit of washing she had done,
but her forearms were white and shapely, and she
would look at her father's landlord in silence--in
an informed silence which had an air of knowledge,
expectation and desire.
"It rots the wood," repeated Captain Hagberd.
"It is the only unthrifty, careless habit I know in
To-morrow |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde: Peut-etre e Rome il le crucifiera. Il peut faire tout ce qu'il
veut, Cesar. Enfin, il est le maitre. Ainsi, vous voyez, j'ai le
droit d'etre heureux. Il n'y a rien au monde qui puisse gater mon
plaisir.
LA VOIX D'IOKANAAN. Il sera assis sur son trone. Il sera vetu de
pourpre et d'ecarlate. Dans sa main il portera un vase d'or plein
de ses blasphemes. Et l'ange du Seigneur Dieu le frappera. Il sera
mange des vers.
HERODIAS. Vous entendez ce qu'il dit de vous. Il dit que vous
serez mange des vers.
HERODE. Ce n'est pas de moi qu'il parle. Il ne dit jamais rien
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