| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: still took on a transfiguring colour. He found the "domicile"
that very day: a tawdrily furnished rez-de-chaussee, obviously
destined to far different uses. And as he sat there, after the
concierge had discreetly withdrawn with the first quarter's
payment in her pocket, and stared about him at the vulgar plushy
place, he burst out laughing at what it was about to figure in
the eyes of the law: a Home, and a Home desecrated by his own
act! The Home in which he and Susy had reared their precarious
bliss, and seen it crumble at the brutal touch of his
unfaithfulness and his cruelty--for he had been told that he
must be cruel to her as well as unfaithful! He looked at the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: folding piles of petticoats and deftly twitching a plait or a
tuck into place. She was playing Rosalind in buskins when she
should have been cast for the Nurse.
She entered Emma McChesney's office, now, in her quiet blue suit
and her neat hat, and she looked very sane and cheerful and
rosy-cheeked and dependable. At least, so Emma McChesney
thought, as she kissed her, while the plump arms held her close.
Ethel Morrissey, the hugging process completed, held her off and
eyed her.
"Well, Emma McChesney, flourish your Featherlooms for me. I
want to buy and get it over, so we can talk."
Emma McChesney & Co. |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: "Oh-ho!" ejaculated Thorpe. He had been listening
with growing astonishment to the other's confession.
He was still surprised as he spoke, but a note of satisfaction
mounted into his voice as he went on. "You are unhappy,
too! You are a young man, in excellent health;
you have the wife you want; you understand good tobacco;
you have a son. That is a great deal--but my God! think
what else you've got. You're the Duke of Glastonbury--one
of the oldest titles in England. You're one of the richest
men in the country--the richest in the old peerage,
at any rate, I'm told. And YOU'RE not happy!"
The Market-Place |
