| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates by Howard Pyle: minute was coming nearer and nearer. Still Tom Chist lay
watching.
Suddenly, almost unexpectedly, the three figures reappeared from
behind the sand hill, the pirate captain leading the way, and the
negro and white man following close behind him. They had gone
about halfway across the white, sandy level between the hill and
the hummock behind which Tom Chist lay, when the white man
stopped and bent over as though to tie his shoe.
This brought the negro a few steps in front of his companion.
That which then followed happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly,
so swiftly, that Tom Chist had hardly time to realize what it all
Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: the back lighted below from the street, higher up by borrowed lights,
and at the top by a skylight. There were forty furnished rooms--
furnished as students' rooms are! What does youth demand more than was
here supplied? A bed, a few chairs, a chest of drawers, a looking-
glass, and a table. As soon as the sky is blue the student opens his
window.
But in this street there are no fair neighbors to flirt with. In front
is the Odeon, long since closed, presenting a wall that is beginning
to go black, its tiny gallery windows and its vast expanse of slate
roof. I was not rich enough to have a good room; I was not even rich
enough to have a room to myself. Juste and I shared a double-bedded
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: good--nearly as good as mine that by praying and much exercise
can see far into the night."
Lingard laughed low and then looked earnestly at the serang.
Above their heads a man shook a flare over the side and a thin
shower of sparks floated downward and expired before touching the
water.
"So you can see in the night, O serang! Well, then, look and
speak. Speak! Fight--or no fight? Weapons or words? Which folly?
Well, what do you see?"
"A darkness, a darkness," whispered Wasub at last in a frightened
tone. "There are nights--" He shook his head and muttered. "Look.
The Rescue |
