| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: "Do you not recognize the language of Swedenborg?" said the pastor,
laughing, to Wilfrid. "Here it is; pure from the source."
But Wilfrid and Minna were gazing in terror at old David, who, with
hair erect, and eyes distraught, his legs trembling and covered with
snow, for he had come without snow-shoes, stood swaying from side to
side, as if some boisterous wind were shaking him.
"Is he harmed?" cried Minna.
"The devils hope and try to conquer her," replied the old man.
The words made Wilfrid's pulses throb.
"For the last five hours she has stood erect, her eyes raised to
heaven and her arms extended; she suffers, she cries to God. I cannot
Seraphita |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: Elie's shop, and the utility of the subjects the picture-dealer had
required of him.
Far from losing the esteem of his admiring bottle-merchant, Monsieur
de Fougeres (for so the family persisted in calling Pierre Grassou)
advanced so much that when the portraits were finished he presented
them gratuitously to his father-in-law, his mother-in-law and his
wife.
At the present day, Pierre Grassou, who never misses exhibiting at the
Salon, passes in bourgeois regions for a fine portrait-painter. He
earns some twenty thousand francs a year and spoils a thousand francs'
worth of canvas. His wife has six thousand francs a year in dowry, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: black ranges loomed close.
Gale became chilled to the bone, and his clothes were damp and cold.
His knees smarted from the wounds of the poisoned thorns, and his
right hand was either swollen stiff or too numb to move. Moreover,
he was tiring. The excitement, the long walk, the miles on miles
of jolting trot--these had wearied him. Mercedes must be made of
steel, he thought, to stand all that she had been subjected to and
yet, when the stars were paling and dawn perhaps not far away,
stay in the saddle.
So Dick Gale rode on, drowsier for each mile, and more and more
giving the horse a choice of ground. Sometimes a prod from a
Desert Gold |
