| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: looks ill."
"Come," I said to Armand, taking him by the arm.
"What?" he said, looking at me as if he did not recognise me.
"It is all over," I added. "You must come, my friend; you are
quite white; you are cold. These emotions will be too much for
you."
"You are right. Let us go," he answered mechanically, but without
moving a step.
I took him by the arm and led him along. He let himself be guided
like a child, only from time to time murmuring, "Did you see her
eyes?" and he turned as if the vision had recalled her.
Camille |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: be useful to you, if you are often ill as you were yesterday."
As you will see, I was unable to end my letter without a touch of
impertinent irony, which proved how much in love I still was.
I read and reread this letter ten times over; then the thought of
the pain it would give to Marguerite calmed me a little. I tried
to persuade myself of the feelings which it professed; and when
my servant came to my room at eight o'clock, I gave it to him and
told him to take it at once.
"Shall I wait for an answer?" asked Joseph (my servant, like all
servants, was called Joseph).
"If they ask whether there is a reply, you will say that you
Camille |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: measure glad that he should ask; the boy's astonished masters had told
her that he was overworking himself. So Louis went for long walks. He
tried to inure himself to fatigue, climbed the tallest trees with
incredible quickness, learned to swim, watched through the night. He
was not like the same boy; he was a young man already, with a
sunburned face, and a something in his expression that told of deep
purpose.
When October came, Mme. Willemsens could only rise at noon. The
sunshine, reflected by the surface of the Loire, and stored up by the
rocks, raised the temperature of the air till it was almost as warm
and soft as the atmosphere of the Bay of Naples, for which reason the
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