| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: awa', losh me! Stevison's last book's in a third edeetion; an'
it's bein' translated (like the psaulms o' David, nae less) into
French; and an eediot they ca' Asher - a kind o' rival of Tauchnitz
- is bringin' him oot in a paper book for the Frenchies and the
German folk in twa volumes. Sae he's in luck, ye see. - Yours,
THOMSON.
Letter: TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM
[NICE FEBRUARY 1883.]
MY DEAR CUMMY, - You must think, and quite justly, that I am one of
the meanest rogues in creation. But though I do not write (which
is a thing I hate), it by no means follows that people are out of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: and Carnots with him as friends. As for the rest of the politicians,
he cared not a whiff of his cigar's smoke for them, especially since
Waterloo.
Bartolomeo di Piombo had bought, for the very moderate sum which
Madame Mere, the Emperor's mother, had paid him for his estates in
Corsica, the old mansion of the Portenduere family, in which he had
made no changes. Lodged, usually, at the cost of the government, he
did not occupy this house until after the catastrophe of
Fontainebleau. Following the habits of simple persons of strict
virtue, the baron and his wife gave no heed to external splendor;
their furniture was that which they bought with the mansion. The grand
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: people's faces in this world. There is Barbara's face, that everyone
must look at and admire, and think her a fine, brave, merry girl. And
then there is your face, which is quite different - I never knew how
different till to-day. You cannot see yourself, and that is why you do
not understand; but it was for the love of your face that she took you
up and was so good to you. And everybody in the world would do the
same."
"Everybody?" says she.
"Every living soul?" said I.
"Ah, then, that will be why the soldiers at the castle took me up!" she
cried,
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