| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: "Yes," said Paz, "and I'll come and see you sometimes. But you shall
be lodged in better rooms, comfortably furnished."
"I shall have furniture!" cried Malaga, looking at Madame Chapuzot.
"And servants," said Paz, "and all you want."
Malaga looked at the stranger suspiciously.
"What countryman is monsieur?"
"I am a Pole."
"Oh! then I accept," she said.
Paz departed, promising to return.
"Well, that's a stiff one!" said Marguerite Turquet, looking at Madame
Chapuzot; "I'm half afraid he is wheedling me, to carry out some fancy
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne: simply phenomena of vegetation?"
"What do you mean?" asked Barbicane quickly.
"Do not excite yourself, my worthy president," replied Michel;
"might it not be possible that the dark lines forming that
bastion were rows of trees regularly placed?"
"You stick to your vegetation, then?" said Barbicane.
"I like," retorted Michel Ardan, "to explain what you savants
cannot explain; at least my hypotheses has the advantage of
indicating why these rifts disappear, or seem to disappear, at
certain seasons."
"And for what reason?"
From the Earth to the Moon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: like a little dog lost in the street - not knowing where to go. I
was ready to cry and there the creature sat in front of me with an
imbecile smile as much as to say 'here is a poser for you. . . .'
I gnashed my teeth at him. Quietly, you know . . . I suppose you
two think that I am stupid."
She paused as if expecting an answer but we made no sound and she
continued with a remark.
"I have days like that. Often one must listen to false
protestations, empty words, strings of lies all day long, so that
in the evening one is not fit for anything, not even for truth if
it comes in one's way. That idiot treated me to a piece of brazen
The Arrow of Gold |
