| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: porcelains, or touched with sparkling points the rough-grained texture
of ancient gold-brocaded curtains, flung in broad folds about the room
to serve the painter as models for his drapery. Anatomical casts in
plaster, fragments and torsos of antique goddesses amorously polished
by the kisses of centuries, jostled each other upon shelves and
brackets. Innumerable sketches, studies in the three crayons, in ink,
and in red chalk covered the walls from floor to ceiling; color-boxes,
bottles of oil and turpentine, easels and stools upset or standing at
right angles, left but a narrow pathway to the circle of light thrown
from the window in the roof, which fell full on the pale face of
Porbus and on the ivory skull of his singular visitor.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: none of dem roun' hyah terday?"
"I did notice and I certainly thank you, Sam. Well, how would you
like to be my carriage man?"
"Miss Scarlett, thankee, Ma'm, but Ah specs Ah better go ter Tara."
Big Sam looked down and his bare toe traced aimless marks in the
road. There was a furtive uneasiness about him.
"Now, why? I'll pay you good wages. You must stay with me."
The big black face, stupid and as easily read as a child's, looked
up at her and there was fear in it. He came closer and, leaning
over the side of the buggy, whispered:
"Miss Scarlett, Ah got ter git outer 'Lanta. Ah got ter git ter
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: the surmised vengeance-prompted satire upon the magistrate in the
play: result, the young Shakespeare was a wild, wild, wild, oh,
SUCH a wild young scamp, and that gratuitous slander is
established for all time! It is the very way Professor Osborn
and I built the colossal skeleton brontosaur that stands fifty-
seven feet long and sixteen feet high in the Natural History
Museum, the awe and admiration of all the world, the stateliest
skeleton that exists on the planet. We had nine bones, and we
built the rest of him out of plaster of Paris. We ran short of
plaster of Paris, or we'd have built a brontosaur that could sit
down beside the Stratford Shakespeare and none but an expert
What is Man? |
