| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac: Madame Montes?"
"Crevel will not last more than ten years, such a profligate as he
is," replied Lisbeth. "Montes is young. Crevel will leave you about
thirty thousand francs a year. Let Montes wait; he will be happy
enough as Benjamin. And so, by the time you are three-and-thirty, if
you take care of your looks, you may marry your Brazilian and make a
fine show with sixty thousand francs a year of your own--especially
under the wing of a Marechale."
"Yes, but Montes is a Brazilian; he will never make his mark,"
observed Valerie.
"We live in the day of railways," said Lisbeth, "when foreigners rise
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: were later seen. There was also that Arkham professor’s body which
had done cannibal things before it had been captured and thrust
unidentified into a madhouse cell at Sefton, where it beat the
walls for sixteen years. Most of the other possibly surviving
results were things less easy to speak of -- for in later years
West’s scientific zeal had degenerated to an unhealthy and fantastic
mania, and he had spent his chief skill in vitalising not entire
human bodies but isolated parts of bodies, or parts joined to
organic matter other than human. It had become fiendishly disgusting
by the time he disappeared; many of the experiments could not
even be hinted at in print. The Great War, through which both
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: had cried over you. Nell, she loves you, too. They all love you.
Oh, it's so good to tell you. I think mother realizes the part
you have had in the--what shall I call it?--the regeneration of
Richard Gale. Doesn't that sound fine? Darling, mother not only
consents, she want you to be my wife. Do you hear that? And
listen--she had me in a corner and, of course, being my mother,
she put on the screws. She made me promise that we'd live in the
East half the year. That means Chicago, Cape May, New York--you
see, I'm not exactly the lost son any more. Why, Nell, dear,
you'll have to learn who Dick Gale really is. But I always want
to be the ranger you helped me become, and ride Blanco Sol, and
Desert Gold |
