| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: ceiling instead of looking only between the glass and the head, you
will dishonor my house."
"You are stern, Monsieur Marius."
"I owe them the secrets of my art."
"Then it is an art?" said Gazonal.
Marius, affronted, looked at Gazonal in the glass, and stopped short,
the scissors in one hand, the comb in the other.
"Monsieur, you speak like a--child! and yet, from your accent, I judge
you are from the South, the birthplace of men of genius."
"Yes, I know that hair-dressing requires some taste," replied Gazonal.
"Hush, monsieur, hush! I expected better things of YOU. Let me tell
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe: shall hear me and ye will: for I see it, ye are overwhelmed, ye cannot
hearken to the voice of your own hearts. Through the present peril cast but
one glance into the past,--the recent past. Send your thoughts forward into
the future. Could ye live, would ye live, were he to perish? With him
expires the last breath of freedom. What was he not to you? For whose
sake did he expose himself to the direst perils? His blood flowed, his
wounds were healed for you alone. The mighty spirit, that upheld you all,
a dungeon now confines, while the horrors of secret murder are hovering
around. Perhaps he thinks of you--perhaps he hopes in you,--he who has
been accustomed only to grant favours to others and to fulfil their prayers.
Carpenter. Come, gossip.
Egmont |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: "Wolf Leroy?"
"That was Wolf who came in to see they were doing the job right.
He's the worst desperado on the border--a sure enough bad
proposition, I reckon. They say he's part Spanish and part
Indian, but all pisen. Others say he's a college man of good
family. I don't know about that, for nobody knows who he really
is. But the name is a byword in the country. People lower their
voices when they speak of him and his night-riders."
"I see. And you were afraid of him?"
"Very much."
Her narrowed eyes looked over the strong lines of his lean face
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