| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: and me? We say we sometimes find him COARSE, but I suspect he might
retort that he finds us always dull. Perhaps a relevant exception."
He beamed on Archie, but no smile could be elicited.
"And now," proceeded the Judge, "for `Archibald on Capital Punishment.'
This is a very plausible academic opinion; of course I do not and I
cannot hold it; but that's not to say that many able and excellent
persons have not done so in the past. Possibly, in the past also, I may
have a little dipped myself in the same heresy. My third client, or
possibly my fourth, was the means of a return in my opinions. I never
saw the man I more believed in; I would have put my hand in the fire, I
would have gone to the cross for him; and when it came to trial he was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: despatched it her thoughts already accused her. Could she have seen that
visitor now, she would have thanked her. She looked at the photograph on
her table. "Why did he go away so quickly?" she sighed. But when young
Billy returned to his questions she was buoyant again, and more than a
match for him. He reached the forbidden twelfth time of asking why Lin
McLean did not come back and marry her. Nor did she punish him as she had
threatened. She looked at him confidentially, and he drew near, full of
hope.
"Billy, I'll tell you just why it is," said she. "Lin thinks I'm not a
real girl."
"A--ah," drawled Billy, backing from her with suspicion.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: make an objectionable joke of it, and how another of his comrades
had taken his part, which led to a closer friendship between
them. How successful the whole of that hunting expedition had
been, and how happy he had felt when returning to the railway
station that night. The line of sledges, the horses in tandem,
glide quickly along the narrow road that lies through the forest,
now between high trees, now between low firs weighed down by the
snow, caked in heavy lumps on their branches. A red light flashes
in the dark, some one lights an aromatic cigarette. Joseph, a
bear driver, keeps running from sledge to sledge, up to his knees
in snow, and while putting things to rights he speaks about the
Resurrection |
