| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: were in want of."
"In a liaison like ours, if the woman has any sense of dignity at
all, she ought to make every possible sacrifice rather than ask
her lover for money and so give a venal character to her love.
You love me, I am sure, but you do not know on how slight a
thread depends the love one has for a woman like me. Who knows?
Perhaps some day when you were bored or worried you would fancy
you saw a carefully concerted plan in our liaison. Prudence is a
chatterbox. What need had I of the horses? It was an economy to
sell them. I don't use them and I don't spend anything on their
keep; if you love me, I ask nothing more, and you will love me
Camille |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: matter fills all space, or at least all space to which gravitation
extends; for gravitation is a property of matter dependent on a
certain force, and it is this force which constitutes the matter.
In that view matter is not merely mutually penetrable;[1] but each
atom extends, so to say, throughout the whole of the solar system,
yet always retaining its own centre of force.'
It is the operation of a mind filled with thoughts of this profound,
strange, and subtle character that we have to take into account in
dealing with Faraday's later researches. A similar cast of thought
pervades a letter addressed by Faraday to Mr. Richard Phillips,
and published in the 'Philosophical Magazine' for May, 1846. It is
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: your memory. Where you will still see the face that is dear to
you, others will see nothing at all. Will you allow me to
reproduce the likeness on canvas? It will be more permanently
recorded then than on that sheet of paper. Grant me, I beg, as a
neighborly favor, the pleasure of doing you this service. There
are times when an artist is glad of a respite from his greater
undertakings by doing work of less lofty pretensions, so it will
be a recreation for me to paint that head."
The old lady flushed as she heard the painter's words, and
Adelaide shot one of those glances of deep feeling which seem to
flash from the soul. Hippolyte wanted to feel some tie linking
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